#prompt 19: turning a blind eye

[liatkolink]

For people still in denial whether Israel has committed war crimes, here is a comprehensive list of war crimes Israel has committed both before and after Operation Al-Aqsa Flood, the list being taken from the Wikipedia article of war crimes with some notable missing examples being the usage of chemical weapons, famine, disease and apartheid. The 7th of October attack did not occur in a vacuum, but is the product of decades of Israel not being held accountable for its war crimes.

Killing civilians:

Israel/Palestine: Unlawful Israeli Airstrikes Kill Civilians by Human Rights Watch on 15/Jul/2014

‘Not a normal war’: doctors say children have been targeted by Israeli snipers in Gaza – The Guardian on 2/Apr/2024

Israeli attack on Rafah tent camp kills 45, prompts international outcry by Reuters on 27/May/2024

Intentionally killing PoWs:

Israel’s Hush-Up Machine in Action: Denying Story Israel Executed Egyptian Prisoners by Washington Report on Middle East Affairs on 8/Apr/2010

Torture:

Israeli government report admits systematic torture of Palestinians by The Guardian on 10/Feb/2000

Israel/OPT: Horrifying cases of torture and degrading treatment of Palestinian detainees amid spike in arbitrary arrests by Amnesty International on 8/Nov/2023

Israel: Palestinian Healthcare Workers Tortured by Human Rights Watch on 26/Aug/2024

Taking hostages:

Infographic: How many Palestinians are imprisoned by Israel? by AlJazeera on 17/Apr/2022

The thousands of Palestinians Israel arrests, tortures, holds even in death by AlJazeera on 17/Apr/2024

UN report: Palestinian detainees held arbitrarily and secretly, subjected to torture and mistreatment by the United Nations Human Rights Office of the High Commissioner on 31/Jul/2024

Unnecessarily destroying civilian property:

Israel destroys Gaza tower housing AP and Al Jazeera offices by Reuters on 15/May/2021

Israel targets infrastructure in Gaza to ramp up civilian pressure on Hamas, report claims by PBS News on 11/Dec/2023

Widespread destruction by Israeli Defence Forces of civilian infrastructure in Gaza by the United Nations Human Rights Office of the High Commissioner on 8/Feb/2024

Deception by perfidy:

Israeli soldier gives 74-year-old Palestinian woman water then shoots her in the head by Middle East Monitor on 20/Jan/2015

Israeli special forces disguised as doctors kill three militants at West Bank hospital by The Guardian on 30/Jan/2024

NBC News investigation reveals Israel strikes on Gaza areas it said were safe by NBC News on 26/Apr/2024

Wartime sexual violence:

Stripped, beaten and blindfolded: new research reveals ongoing violence and abuse of Palestinian children detained by Israeli military by Save the Children on 10/Jul/2023

Israel/oPt: UN experts appalled by reported human rights violations against Palestinian women and girls by the United Nations Human Rights Office of the High Commissioner on 19/Feb/2024

‘Everything is legitimate’: Israeli leaders defend soldiers accused of rape by AlJazeera on 9/Aug/2024

Pillaging:

The Biblical Pseudo-Archeologists Pillaging the West Bank by The Atlantic on 28/Feb/2013

Jewish Soldiers and Civilians Looted Arab Neighbors' Property en Masse in '48. The Authorities Turned a Blind Eye by Haaretz on 3/Oct/2020

Israeli soldiers boast about looting from Gaza by AlJazeera on 14/Feb/2024

Any individual that is part of the command structure who orders any attempt to committing mass killings:

Netanyahu incites violence by casting protesters as clear and present danger by Middle East Eye on 30/Jul/2020

Israeli minister's call to 'erase' Palestinian village an incitement to violence, US says by Reuters on 1/Mar/2023

Netanyahu cites 'Amalek' Theory to justify Gaza Killings by Times of India on 29/Oct/2023

Database exposes 500 instances of Israeli incitement to genocide in Gaza by TRT World 4/Jan/2024

Genocide:

The Genocide of the Palestinian People: An International Law and Human Rights Perspective by Center for Constitutional Rights on 25/Aug/2016

Genocide Warning: Israel & Palestine by Genocide Watch on 21/May/2021

A top U.N. court says Gaza genocide is 'plausible' but does not order cease-fire by npr on 26/Jan/2024

‘Reasonable grounds’ to believe Israel is committing genocide in Gaza, UN rights expert says by CNN on 27/Mar/2024

Is Israel Committing Genocide in Gaza? New Report from BU School of Law’s International Human Rights Clinic Lays Out Case from Boston University Today on 5/Jun/2024

Ethnic cleansing:

UN Human Rights Council: ‘Israel engaging in ethnic cleansing’ by the European Union Parliament on 23/Mar/2011

Israel's ethnic cleansing in Palestine is not history - it's still happening by Middle East Eye on 22/May/2019

UN expert warns of new instance of mass ethnic cleansing of Palestinians, calls for immediate ceasefire by the United Nations Human Rights Office of the High Commissioner on 14/Oct/2023

‘Plan for ethnic cleansing’: Israel’s north Gaza siege sets off alarms by AlJazeera on 22/Oct/2024

Granting of no quarter despite surrender:

White Flag Deaths Killings of Palestinian Civilians during Operation Cast Lead by Human Rights Watch on 13/Aug/2009

Investigators: Israel fired on Gaza civilians carrying white flags by The Electronic Intifada on 28/Jan/2015

3 hostages killed by Israeli soldier in Gaza were waving a white flag, Israel says by npr on 16/Dec/2023

A group of Palestinian men waving a white flag is shot at, killing 1 by NBC News on 24/Jan/2024

She was fleeing with her grandson, who was holding a white flag. Then she was shot by CNN on 26/Jan/2024

Two brothers shot by Israeli forces in Khan Younis, white flag ignored by AlJazeera on 29/Jan/2024

Conscription of children in the military: First one where I couldn't find anything. Way to go, Israel!

Flouting the legal distinctions of proportionality and military necessity:

Israel violates the principles of necessity, proportionality in its attacks on Gaza by Euro-Med Human Rights Monitor on 13/May/2023

Enough: Self-Defense and Proportionality in the Israel-Hamas Conflict by Just Security on 6/Nov/2023

War Crimes and Accountability: The Case Against Israel’s Military Operations in Gaza by JURIST News on 5/Jul/2024

[aethon-recs]

This Week (x2) in Tomarrymort (11 – 24 October 2024)

Bundling 2 weeks’ worth of updates together, sorry for missing last week! In terms of ship happenings, @exquisite-tomarrymort-telephone has been posting a series of fics loosely interconnected by prompts, which started this week and will wrap up next week. 

As before, please feel free to add some extra context to your fic update in the reblog, ie, a little bit about the chapter(s) updated, and I’ll throw it in the update for next week. See below for a recap of the author notes from last week:

friend of the devil (a friend of mine) by @shyinsunlight (E, 17k, WIP) “Red flags are good party decorations, and love can be blind if you keep your eyes shut tight enough. Rodolphus discovers team spirit, and Abraxas finds that his home is no longer his castle.” a pound of flesh by @ictyn (M, 21k, WIP) “Harry, trapped and undying in his own mutilated corpse, must turn inward to find his salvation. Inside his very soul is the key to annoying his nemesis into returning for him. In the end, he'd much rather lose his mind to torture than to eternal boredom.” the precarity of virgin souls by @izharmilgram (M, 4k, complete)  “The second part to on line sex & rabbit stew. It includes dueling, cooking (the rabbit stew!), a first kiss, manipulation, and a horcrux reveal.” the alchemy by @cindle-writes (E, 2k, WIP) “A college AU rom-com wherein Harry is the star of the college baseball team, and tries to convince Tom to go on one, just one, date with him.” Anytime, Anywhere, Always by @moontearpensfic (E, 18k, WIP) “In this last update of AAA, Tom explores how he feels about his attachment to Harry. Very fluffy chapter!” Infinite by @moontearpensfic (E, 4k, WIP) “Infinite is a prequel fic to Love, Murder, Horcrux. In chapter one, the boys start their first year of Hogwarts together, and Harry is Sorted Slytherin. I love playing with the dynamics of Harry in Slytherin House in the 90s! We usually see it in time travel fics, but it's great to explore it here.”

I’ll also highlight newly completed multi-chaptered fics, as it’s a wonderful thing to celebrate with the authors as their work comes to an end! 🎉

Part One - The Solitude of Suffering by @iseliljathedreamer (M, 187k, complete) Many things are different and many are the same as Harry begins his fifth year at Hogwarts. Here, living with Dursleys that aren't just neglectful but outright abusive made Harry unable to withstand more than a few weeks of Trelawney's "predictions" back in his third year. Instead, he took Ancient Runes, and uncovered that he had a prodigious knack for runic magic, which opened the door to the darkest of rituals and the magic of mind and soul. A year later, Harry uncovered something horrible within himself - a parasite. So, when Voldemort sends him dreams of corridors and doors, Harry sends him pieces of hell in return.

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Tomarrymort One Shots and Completed Fic

Chapters 38 and 39 (Completed) of Part One - The Solitude of Suffering by @iseliljathedreamer

One Shot | To be Guarded by @cyandenial

One Shot | nineteen (ten years apart) by @midsummersins

One Shot | compromising positions by @virgil-anon 

One Shot | time and a rabbit foot for luck by @izharmilgram 

One Shot | Aliquot by @crowcrowcrowthing @cindle-writes

One Shot | Pink Shorts by @crowcrowcrowthing

One Shot | Premium Pussy by @hopeforthewitch

One Shot | as sweet as blood red jam by @cindle-writes

One Shot | Locked in Focus by @v33r00

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Tomarrymort Ongoing Fics

Chapter 22 of What In Me Is Dark, Illumine by @telelli-writes

Chapter 16 of Sits the wind in that quarter by @mosiva

Chapter 10 of Ills of Murder by @shadow-of-the-eclipse

Chapter 37 of With a resolute heart by Act_Naturally

Chapter 5 of some like it hot by @duplicitywrites

Chapter 2 of Touch of Death by @moontearpensfic

Chapters 128 through 130 of Liquida Tenebris (Remastered) by @dymis

Chapters 18 and 19 of Outrunning the Villain in You by @zenyteehee

Chapter 17 of with eyes like these (who sees anybody else) by @cealesti

Chapter 1 of every step I choose to take begins to set the world aflame by @boyneptunee

Chapters 8 through 10 of Hole in the Wall by tomrddle

Parts 1 through 13 of Broken Tomarrymort Telephone by @exquisite-tomarrymort-telephone

Chapter 1 of throne sex by @xxx-codtyl-xxx

Chapter 113 of In Willing Sacrifice by @hikarimeroperiddle

Chapter 6 of i am anonymous, you are a concrete wall by Pensievable

Chapter 6 of Syzygy by TimaeusKosmou

Chapter 5 of Memories of a Killer by @chemfreak89

Chapter 4 of doublethink by confunded

Chapter 4 of i might be the writer but you'll always be the words by @wixen-writes-tomarry

Chapter 1 of If I were you by @onehitpleb

Chapter 5 of Dreams Beyond Blood by @hikarimeroperiddle

Chapters 3 and 4 of What quickens me is the violence in thee by @i-dream-of-libraries

Chapters 19 and 20 of Learning to love by @l-archiduchesse

Chapters 3 through 5 of Venom or Valor by @lightningant

Chapter 7 of Like we were before by tzutzutrain

Chapter 20 of Date Ideas for the Linguistically Inclined by Antique_Mango

Chapters 1 and 2 of Solitude by TimaeusKosmou

Chapter 23 of Time Stumbler by @wintumnly

Chapters 13 and 14 of Saint Harry by @alenablack @chaos-bear

Chapter 6 of Fetters of the Damned by @sc0rpiflow3r

Chapter 2 of A Murder by Crows by @iseliljathedreamer

Chapter 8 of God is a Wizard by @onehitpleb

Chapter 2 of Auror Potter by @albondiguilla

Chapter 15 of A Dead God's Faith by @selfishrot

Chapter 8 of Actus Reus by TimaeusKosmou

Chapter 8 of These Fragments We've Shored by @rowena-rain

Chapter 5 of Dream a little dream (of me) by @cenedrariva

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

To the victor the spoils

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 19

Prompt: Enemies to lovers

Rated: T

CW: light blood and violence; steamy kissing; very light dubcon if you squint (they're actually both super into it, I promise)

Tags: Fantasy AU; Magic AU; Guard!Steve; Thief!Eddie; Sexual tension; Flirting; Fighting; First kiss

Notes: Thought that kiss was hot in writing? Wait until you see it! @house-of-the-moving-image did an entire mini comic!

In the end, it’s just the two of them again. 

Steve jumps over another groaning pile of half-conscious guards and bursts out onto the roof, cold night air slapping him in the face and making the cape of his uniform whip. 

“Munson!” he barks. 

He is standing by the edge of the roof, a black cut-out against the starlit sky. As Steve stalks closer, he can see the smile curling at his lips, the amusement glinting in those dark eyes. 

“Stevie,” he greets, like they’re two acquaintances who’ve just met on the market square - not the new Captain of the Guard and the city’s most wanted criminal. “My, don’cha look strapping in the new get-up. Congrats, I bet daddy’s mighty proud.” 

“Shut it,” Steve growls, ignoring the way Eddie’s eyes linger on his golden breastplate, the way it makes a treacherous heat prickle at his neck. “Flattery will get you nowhere. Now give it back!” 

He jerks his head at the necklace clutched in one black-gloved hand. Eddie pouts. 

“Don’t wanna. It’s shiny.” 

Steve groans. It’s like talking to a five-year-old. A five-year old clad in black armor who’s versed in combat magic. 

“It is a priceless magic artifact that’s been in Lord Carver's family for generations-” 

“Yeah, and what a load of good they’ve done with it,” Eddie sneers. “High time it got into the hands of someone who actually knows what they’re doing.” 

“Oh, and that someone would be you?” 

“Look at you,” Eddie winks. “Pretty and clever. Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta-” 

“You’re not going anywhere!” Steve snaps. His sword slides out with a high, metallic sound. 

Eddie raises his hands. “Woah, big boy. Careful now, you don’t wanna-” 

Steve roars and lunges. 

Eddie skips out of reach, but not quite fast enough. A lock of curly hair floats to the ground. 

“Oh sweetheart, you're gonna regret this,” Eddie purrs. 

And all hell breaks loose. 

The air crackles with the taste of ozone, a blinding light erupts from the artifact, and Steve just barely manages to parry. Something whirrs through the air, glides off his blade and a sharp, hot pain explodes all over the side of his face. Something warm trickles down his cheek. 

“Hell yeah,” Eddie whoops and comes flying at him, giant shards of solid magic whirling around him, eyes eerily alight with their glow. “That's what I'm talking about!” 

The world blurs into a frenzy of movement and adrenaline. Attack and parry, dive for cover behind the towers and turrets and battlements of the roof, attack again. It’s almost comforting in its familiarity, this dance of theirs. Steve knows all of Eddie’s little quirks, the subtle twitches of his face that indicate his attacks before they actually come. They’ve done this so often, he can read him like an open book. 

The problem is, Eddie knows him just as intimately. Steve screams with rage, forces his aching limbs to go faster, harder, but it’s no use. Every blow that he tries to land, Eddie blocks, every twist and turn he makes, Eddie’s already there, always with that infuriating, dimpled grin, that amused little quirk of his brow. 

Until Steve’s foot lands on a wet patch of moss and he slips. 

It all goes so fast he has no time to be terrified - just feels the horrible sense of vertigo as the world tilts and the cobbled street jumps at him. Then, before he can so much as scream, there's arms wrapping around him and he's being hauled backwards, back pressed flush against another body. His blade goes clattering into the shadows.

“Whoops,” Eddie chuckles into his ear. Steve can feel his chest rising and falling with exertion, can feel his hot breath clouding against the shell of his ear. “Thought I told you not to fall for me.”

“Shut up,” he snaps, tries to struggle free, but Eddie has one arm around his chest, the other flush against the hollow of his throat, and he can't go anywhere. “Don’t give yourself too much credit.” 

“Oh, do I?" Eddie’s lips twitch into a smirk against the nape of his neck. “Then why were you holding back?” 

“Fuck you!” he grits out, but all it earns him is a low tut. “Now release me.”

“What, without a reward?” Eddie’s voice tingles down his spine, sweet and potent like poisoned mead. “You know how I am about pretty things. And you wouldn't wanna deny the victor his spoils, would you?” 

“Asshole!” Humiliation coils hot and heavy in Steve’s abdomen. “Stop joking and-” 

Eddie snarls against his ear. “I've told you a million times, honey. I'm not joking.” 

Steve’s world spins again, breath punched clean from his lungs as he is flipped around and slammed against the nearest wall. Eddie doesn’t leave him any time to recover, just surges in with a hungry growl and crashes their lips together. When Steve tries to struggle, he bites down on his bottom lip, uses the pained gasp it earns him to lick into his mouth. 

Someone moans, but it takes Eddie running his tongue over the roof of his mouth and pushing a leg between his thighs before the sound tumbles out again and Steve recognizes his own voice. They only break apart when they run out of air, both flushed and struggling for breath. 

And that is when the door to the roof slams open and Lord Carver and his men push through. 

“He went this way! Seize him!”

Eddie lets out an annoyed huff and leans in for one last peck against Steve’s lips. 

“Sorry, darling. Gotta go, y'know how it is. See you next time.” 

He steps out of his space and the night air hits Steve like a bucket of ice water. Eddie winks at him and steps over the edge of the roof. 

By the time Carver and his guards arrive, the night has long swallowed him.

Part 2

All my holiday drabbles

[jrow]

May Prompts (19)

Day 18 here. Start from the beginning here. Day 20 here.

Weather

They are talking about the bloody weather.

Sure, he is legitimately thrilled to be outside for the first time in days (even if he is stuck in a wheelchair) and it is unseasonably warm. But still, the weather hardly warrants 10 minutes of conversation. He knows that he and Molly are both avoiding having what might be a slightly uncomfortable conversation. It is so very British.

He sighs and looks at Molly, who is still talking about how Toby loves lying in the sun. Enough is enough.

“Molly,” he interrupts, “do you know if I gave Sherlock his birthday gift? Do you know if he opened it?” There is no point in beating around the bush.

Her shoulders tighten a bit but she lets out a sigh. It’s like she’s both relieved and anxious that they are having this conversation. “You definitely gave it to him. I guess you don’t remember but you were … determined when you went over there that night.” She smiles sadly. “It was about time, if you ask me.”

He takes a deep breath. “I don’t remember getting to Baker Street but … yeah, determined is the right word. I remember feeling that.” He closes his eyes. “Sherlock hasn’t said anything.”

Molly scooches down the bench so she’s closer to him. “He hasn’t opened it,” she stage whispers. She looks around the hospital garden as if making sure no one’s listening. “I popped by Baker Street yesterday—Mrs. Hudson let me in. I wasn’t snooping, I swear! Sherlock borrowed a few files from me last week and I needed them back. I didn’t have the heart to ask him to get them so I just did it myself.” She leans closer. “And your gift was still unwrapped on the coffee table.”

He rubs his hand over his face. “Okay, that answers one question. But why hasn’t he mentioned it at least? Even in his recounting of what happened that night?”

“John,” she says, reaching out and touching his leg. “He’s terrified. And, quite frankly, he has other things on his mind.”

“He feels guilty. It’s obvious.”

“Yes. Incredibly obvious.” She chuckles. “He feels guilty about your fall. You know how he can be. Somehow his silly little brain has decided it’s his fault. I suppose he thinks he should have caught you.”

She makes a good point, but he can’t help but worry it’s something else. “It could be about the gift, though. What if he deduced what’s in the box and feels guilty that he doesn’t want the same.”

She looks to the sky and sighs. “Boys,” she says quietly as if to herself before turning her gaze back towards him. “That’s stupid, John,” she says bluntly.

John leans back, a bit offended. “Come on, you know Sherlock can deduce anything.”

“Not about you!” she says, raising her hands in the air. “You’re his blindspot.” She puts her hands down and takes a deep breath. “And do you really think he’d spend time deducing a birthday gift while you were lying in a hospital bed? I saw him that morning, John. He was a mess. Kept it together on all things Rosie but all in all a mess. He’s not feeling guilty because he thinks he needs to let you down easy.”

John feels slightly chastised but also better. Molly isn’t lying about this. She believes what she’s saying. That’s the best he can hope for.

“Thanks, Molly,” he says, leaning forward to put a hand on her shoulder. “For everything.”

“I’m happy to help. I keep offering to do more with Rosie, but Sherlock refuses. At some point I do want to actually see her when she’s awake!”

He laughs. That all sounds about right.

She shrugs. “You know, I’m not sure Sherlock will get it anyways. When he opens the gift, I mean. You are trusting that present to explain quite a lot. Most people would just see it for what it is. A bit extravagant maybe, but that’s it.”

“He’ll take one look and put the pieces together.”

“Blind spot, John. And then you’ll be forced to use your words. Heaven forbid.”

“He’ll know, Molly.” He takes a breath. “I was determined. I am trying to get that determination back. And … I’m not good with words.”

“You two are a pair in that regard.” She shakes her head and then stands up. “Come on, let’s get back.”

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[charlewiss-writes]

make damn sure / charles leclerc

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day 19: wonder (part of one-word november prompts!)

word count: 1.5k.

pairing: bff!charles x reader

summary: being the hopeless romantic that you are, you've been dreaming about your special other your whole life. you're talking to your best friend pierre about the dream guy. what if you already knew him?

author's note: not proofread, so for sure many errors lmao. hope its still understandable (? also, im sorry for the delay! will try to have day 20 ready soon but its one prompt i really like so i dont want it to be short :( ill see what i can do! thanks for sticking with me through almost 20 days already!!

since being childhood friends, charles, pierre and you were inseparable. going to school together, joining them on their karting days, them joining you in your school plays. you were always there for eachother, without doubt. so when things started to get complicated at your house and you decided to move, they were 100% in. and that's how you ended now, two years after living with them, in the couch while talking to the frenchman.

"don't you wonder sometimes?" you had started the conversation, voice dry after hours without saying a word. it went like that sometimes, all too busy with their stuff: sometimes, even though you lived with two other people, thanks to their jobs, it seemed like you lived on your own. pierre straightened himself a little on his seat and turned his body towards you, so he could look into your eyes as he said "about?".

immediately regretting your decision to bring this topic to the table, you tried to back off. "well of course you don't, you already have a girlfriend" jokingly, you said. that only seemed to interest the boy in front of you more, being one that didnt like to leave things unresolved. "what are you talking about?". after knowing you for so long, they already knew you were a hopeless romantic at heart, but still, it made you nervous to talk about it out loud, being aware that it could seem ridiculous to others. "promise you won't laugh about it".

"when did I laugh to you?" he said, tilting his eyebrowns like you were telling him something unbeliavable. but you two, having the brother-sister relationship that you had, knew that he was blantantly lying as he always made fun of you, as you made fun of him too. seeing your glare, he laughed before saying. "fine, I won't, i promise". still, you took a bit of time before actually telling him what had been on your mind all day. "I don't know, I started to think about how everyone has met their significant other but I can't seem to find them".

"what if you did already? you know plenty of people".

you fully laughed at him, with no means to offend the frenchman. it truly seemed hilarious to you that he would believe that. "I think I would have realised if a certain person with all the qualities that I look for passed in front of me, pierre. I'm not dumb".

"you sure?"

and if look could kill, you would've been charged for murder. "you're being awfully mean to me today, pierre".

"it's cause you're so blind sometimes, like you purposely don't want to see". he looked pissed off now, and the change between his playful tone and this much colder one threw you off. "see what?" you asked.

"the way he looks at you".

it was a common discusion betweet you two, ever since you realized that you didn't love both boys the same. and although yeah, you cheered for their wins and stood through their hard times the same, the smile that adorned your face was different when you were greeted at the other side by the grin of a certain monegasque, who you also lived with. but for you, he was completely off limits. and you were okay with that, with being alone on the sidelines cheering for him, not expecting anything else from him. "oh shut up. you know we're just friends".

"if telling yourself that lets you sleep at night, go ahead. but you have to know that its okay to fall in love. if it goes wrong, i'm sure we can figure it out: you won't lose us. but what if it goes right and you're wasting your time? won't you like to know?".

"know what?".

the voice of a certain someone startled you. it wasn't like you didn't know he was in the house, but after a few hours asleep you had forgotten about him at all, otherwise you wouldn't be talking about this topic in the middle of the house. "know why she likes to talk about deep topics when we should be asleep" he quickly managed to answer, and even though it wasn't a lie, it felt wrong to lie to charles like that. "but why don't you two continue with the chat, eh?, i'm sure charles as more answers than i,he's smarter after all". the monegasque laughed at that and punched his arm in his way out, while he entered the room and started to get comfortable in the same couch that you were sat in.

"i love talking about deep topics, why don't you ever talk to me about it?" he sounded genuinely hurt, like the fact that you preferred to talk about certain stuff with pierre over him really bothered the ferrari driver. "thought you were asleep, charles". and it wasn't a lie.

"don't you trust me?"

"don't be silly, cha. I didn't want to bother you, that's all"

"you could never bother me".

after a few moments in silence, where he directed his eyes towards the ceiling instead of looking at you, he said, softly this time, like he truly didn't want to wake pierre up with his tone. "pierre's right. we need to talk. i want your opinion about something". at that, you clearly became more interested in whatever charles had to say. it had been a while since you two really talked, since he was always away, and when he wasn't, you were the one with the busy schedule. "it's really really really complicated, but i think i like a girl, and i don't know how to talk to her about it".

ah, that's it. that's your worse nightmare coming true, once again.

obviously, being the pretty boy that charles was, always so well manered and the perfect boyfriend that a mother could ask for his child, it wasn't the first time that he had a partner. but as the time went on, you knew he was getting more serious about the whole dating thing, and it scared you to think about him settling in for someone lese. someone that wasn't you. so, after all the years that passed, it still hurt quite a bit to hear him talk about other people in the same way you wished to be talked about.

after a few minutes where you didn't say anything, too stunned to actually answer him, you started to get self concious. obviously, he for sure saw how your face dropped when he told you that. would he realize that you had feelings for him all this time? would he feel betrayed? after all, he thought that you were only his friend, and thats why he was telling you this in the first place.

"you don't get it, do you?"

you furrowed your browns, now confused at what he was implying with that last sentence. "what do i have to get?".

he laughed about it and took your hands into his, to gently brush your fingers over your palm. "i'm talking about you, silly".

"what do you mean? why?".

his deep greenish blue eyes looked straight at yours, and it was impossible to pull away from his gaze. he softly started to answer your question. at least the one you had told him about, since your brain was already a mess with all the questions you had for him. since when? how didn't you see it before? did pierre knew about this? was that why he always talked to you about it?

"cause i've been in love with you for my whole life, more or less. i was just too scared to ruin things between us, but pierre talked me into it. said our friendship is bigger than anything that life could throw at us. and im confident we can work things out, you know? we have known eachother for so long. i know you like the palm of my hand. and you know me the same. please, don't tell me you didn't think about it, at least once, y/n".

you smiled, knowing about the endless times you had fallen asleep to the thought of you two together. wondering exactly this, if you could ever work out. how, each time, pierre and you talked about what you were looking for, you were, knowing or not, describing the boy that was in front of you, looking lovingly into your eyes. "i think about it all the time, cha".

"and why didn't you say anything before?" he reached for your face, gently caressing it with his right hand. "cause we're both dumb, i guess. but i think it's for the better, no? we've grown so much. we know how to make this work"..

"i'm gonna make damn sure, love".

[shortfeather]

Gempearl Mcc 27? the prompt 19?

(send me a ship and a number and i'll write a kiss) (yes it's still on i know it's been like five months sorry i had an AO3 author moment)

I don't watch MCC so I couldn't make this specific to then, but I took a bit of inspiration from Pearl's recent video talking about the twitchcon(?) MCC and the few clips I've seen of MCCs past!

The island was absolutely crawling with people and cameras, but somehow, the two of them had found a corner where privacy as a concept hadn't been totally eradicated. No, their only audience was the blue void stretching out beneath their dangling feet, and each other.

"You excited for Ace Race?" Gem piped up, swinging her legs idly over the empty sky. "Your ping's been really good today, not that you need to be un-nerfed."

"Gem!" Pearl squawked, turning to face her with betrayal writ large across her eyes. "You can't just say that, now it's gonna be worse than ever!"

"Maybe I just want a chance against you, tryhard."

"Tryha—I—excuse you? I am not a tryhard, miss GeminiSlay." A blush slowly took over Pearl's face as she stammered, and Gem grinned, ignoring the reminder of her silly nickname. Pearl beat her in combat all the time, so really, it was a reminder of how insanely cracked her girlfriend was. And even if it wasn't, this was worth it. Flustering Pearl was just so much fun!

"I'll have you know I try a—a normal amount! At every—at most things!" Pearl continued, waving a hand around wildly. "I can admit I went a little hard on Decked Out 2, but—"

"Pearl, you memorized the map of every level down to the block. And you were the only person to beat the game."

"Yeah, but Etho won."

"Not in Tango's eyes! Etho didn't even go into the maze for most of the game, you literally ran it blind."

"Well." Pearl kicked her legs alongside Gem's, smiling a little goofily. "Like I said. I can admit I went hard on that. But not other ways! I'm not a tryhard!"

Gem raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Wordle."

"That was just me learning—"

"Final four in every life series you've been a part of, not to mention the one you won." Gem slapped a hand over Pearl's mouth as she went to protest again. "Queen of Decked Out 2, which you built a part of, might I remind you! Helped dethrone a king and intimidated Scar into not having a chest monster, even if it was temporary. Easily the best master of organics on Hermitcraft. Intimidated Doc—Doc!—into giving up something he'd taken as revenge." She paused. "Actually, I retract that last one, Doc's a scaredy-creeper. But there's tons more, miss tryhard. Just how many times have you won MCC now? Care to remind—ew!"

Gem yanked her hand away from Pearl's mouth, grimacing as she wiped off the spit from where Pearl had licked her. Pearl, for her part, just laughed.

"You licked me!" the redhead yelled, rather redundantly.

"I had to get your attention somehow." Pearl scooted closer, until she was almost nose-to-nose with Gem. "You kept ignoring the real proof of my accomplishments."

When Gem just frowned, she let her smile go sappy and said, "Girlfriend of the one and only GeminiTay? Ring a bell?"

"Oh my god," Gem drawled. Still, she was giggling as she playfully shoved Pearl's face away with a hand on her cheek. "You're the worst. And still a tryhard!"

Pearl pouted, going into full puppy-dog-eyes mode. "The worst? Can I get a kiss then, to cope with the pain of worstness?"

"No."

"For luck, then?"

"Wh—you don't need luck! I just gave you a million reasons you don't need luck!"

"But Geeeeeemmmmm," Pearl whined, pushing her face into Gem's hand. "You mentioned my ping, and now it's gonna suck."

"Oh my god," Gem muttered to herself. But her hand was cupping the back of Pearl's neck now, and drawing her closer, leaving Pearl's heart a delighted flutter. No matter how many times she kissed Gem, it seemed it would always feel like the first.

"Good luck," Gem said softly when they parted. "Again, not that you need it."

The bell rang around them before Pearl could reply, signaling the end of break. Gem sighed as their comms started buzzing rapidly, the whole server going wild at the prospect of starting this half with Ace Race. They only had a few minutes to meet up and strategize, so she stood up and brushed the dirt off her pants while Pearl stretched.

"You know," she said, stepping back towards the void they'd been sitting over. Pearl looked up with a raised eyebrow, curious. "I still don't think you need luck. But if you do—well, you know where to find me."

And she grinned, full of mischief. "On the course, that is."

Pearl sat there, stunned, as her girlfriend stepped into void and flew back to her team. Then she jumped to her feet, more determined than she'd perhaps ever been before.

Luck and ping both be damned. She'd try harder than anyone could ever dream of trying if it meant she got to kiss Gem some more.

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Request Thingie~ 19 with Paladin Danse?

Our Own Problems (Paladin Danse x F!Reader)

Main Master List || Prompt Master List

Author's Note: Thank you for the request! This is my first time writing for Danse! Also thank you @sparklingthedas for beta reading this!!! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: language, spoilers for Blind Betrayal, whomp whomp Danse is sad, reader is sad, everyone is sad

Word Count: 505

The sun barely peeks over the horizon, casting a gradual decline of midnight blue into burnt orange, signaling the beginning of a new day. A lone figure sits at the edge of the river, mindlessly tossing pebbles of various sizes into the water, observing the way the water ripples, mirroring his own life. What was once a still stream has now turned into a violent river.

“Thought I’d find you here,” a voice comments, groggy with sleep as the person stifles a yawn, standing above the man. “How are you doing?”

“How do you think I’m doing?” Danse questions bitterly, internally chastising himself. He doesn’t mean to come off as angry, especially not to you, but sometimes his words are quicker than his thoughts. “I’m not doing well.” It’s not an apology, but he’s hoping that you’d understand. You sit next to him, bringing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs, resting your head on top. 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” The sun continues to creep up along the horizon, beginning to cast light on some of the vegetation around you, but you and him are still clad in shadows.

“What could you possibly do that would help me? Everything I have ever known has been ripped right away from me.”

-POV Switch-

You pause for a minute, staring out into the fading blackness, trying to formulate your opinions. Would this be a good time to admit your feelings? Or at least on the path to them? “You can help us continue to build. Take your mind off of things. It helps me get my mind off of Shaun,” you admit but he doesn’t stir, causing you to curse his stoicalness. Just once you would like to see him show emotions. Here goes nothing. “You can stay here, with me.”

He shakes his head, causing your heart to slowly chip. “That doesn’t really help me.”

Sighing in remorse, you look away from him as tears well up in your eyes. You understand that he’s hurting. You understand that the very morals that he preached about are now in deep, murky, water. But still, he’s not the only person going through stuff. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”

“What was that, soldier?” His voice is terse as he looks at you. Even in the dark you can see the raging rapids behind his eyes.

“All I try to do is help you. All I have ever done is try to help you and you’re not grateful. I understand that you’re going through a hard time, but Danse, I am too. My literal son is the head of the fucking Institute, and yet, I still try to put on a smile to help you.” You abruptly stand up, dusting your pants with a huff as his eyes focus on your frame, silent guilt creeping in on him. “Enjoy your thoughts,” with a scoff, you walk away from the former paladin, leaving him all alone again.

Author's Note: So sorry it's super short but I hope you enjoyed it!! Thank you again for the request!

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CANT FEEL MY FACE ఌ

➤ (🕸️) oneshot | jungwon x fem reader | reader is sunghoons little sister | forbidden romance lowkey? | angst | kissy kissy hear and there nothing much more than that | vampire au | reader is 19 and jungwon is 21 btw | word count : 5.4k

Soo’s smol noety 📝 : fun fact I wrote this whole thing in a positive mood with a smile on my face I love angst and heart breaking gut wrenching endings \(^ヮ^)/

Warnings : character death

“And I know she’ll be the death of me, At least we’ll both be numb“

jungwon can’t help but feel the urge to rip into your neck every time he comes over to Sunghoon’s and sees you..he always tries his best to suppress his hunger and feelings. Or in which blinded by your feelings and fascination with the supernatural you prompt jungwon to bite you.

“And she’ll always get the best of me, The worst is yet to come”

YOUR ANNOYING BROTHER continues to boss you around like your some housewife or a maid when you are a resident of the home.

He’s so annoying

You sigh as you perform an errand for one of Sunghoon's similarly annoying ass friends for the eighth time. While looking through the refrigerator, you sense a presence behind you. A gust of wind causes the hairs on your neck to stand up. You instantly turn around to meet the gaze of your favourite feline eyes

Jungwon just the man I wanted to see

“ oh! Hi jungwon what brings you here ?” He approached you slowly reaching over you grabbing a few coke cans “ felt a bit bad for you wanted to help you out a bit I’ll take the rest don’t worry” he speaks while taking the other cans out of your spare hand. It’s giving gentleman you smiled to yourself at his actions letting the delusions in your head win the more he acted like this towards you.

Before jungwon could turn and leave you tug on his shirt a little causing him to raise a brow “ do you like me ?”

Jungwon chokes on his salvia after hearing your words, the impact almost causing him to drop a can. You can tell he's surprised, but you calmly wait for him to respond. Jungwon couldn't form a sentence because his mind was filled by echoes of how fast your heart was beating and how blood surged through your veins. He couldn't concentrate since your aroma was getting stronger and stronger. It was almost as if it was calling his name, inviting him in to indulge in you.

He needed to leave

What’s taking him so long ? “Are you so infatuated with me that you can't take your gaze away from me? "Is my beauty so powerful that you cannot discern by a simple yes or no?" Jungwon gulped excessively before turning aside and fleeing. Ouch..Not only did he reject me, but he also fled.

You sigh and storm upstairs into your room, slamming the door shut. When you got to your bed, you burried your face in your pillows, yelling and screaming for embarrassing yourself in front of your crush. "what is wrong with me, why did I do that y/n your so foolish" you groan and begin lightly slapping yourself on the forehead "he's not into me at all... was I interpreting all the indications incorrectly? He was most likely simply being nice... he's nice to everyone."

You sigh

Jungwon on the other hand , had excused himself to the toilet to collect his thoughts. When he looked in the mirror, he was afraid of how red his eyes were, the evil persona consuming his features. He despised himself for feeling this way, especially towards his best friends little sister and, most significantly, towards you. He really liked you, but his feelings just made his hunger and yearning for you worse; it's as if the urges were amplified only because of how he felt about you. But he couldn't help but go out of his way to be near you because he thought if he could live off your scent and company, he'd be OK, but in reality it simply made him want more…it simply made him want to just suck your blood which is the last thing he'd want.

He doesn't want to hurt you..

Jungwon sighed, spraying ice cold water from the tap on his face to try to chill himself down. He sighed as he gazed up one last time to watch the red colour fade.

“ just hang out with the guys and keep a distance from her and I should be fine for the night “

Just as he is about to leave the bathroom He comes face to face with you. He could tell by your crimson cheeks, wet eyes, and tear stained face that you had been crying and he hated that it was because of him. You hastily clean your face, not wanting Jungwon to see you in this state. "What?" you ask, giving him an irritated look. Jungwon doesn't say anything and simply stares at you. His mouth opens and closes, but nothing but small noises come out, and he has no idea what to say to you except bite you.

You groan, pulling him into the bathroom and closing the door behind you. " y/n w-what are you doing open the door?" you shakyour head, "not until you explain yourself to me.." "What?" said Jungwon, raising his brow. Don't act stupid, it's not a cute look on you. “You act one way with me, being so kind and compassionate, and then you act as if I'm invisible. You act as if you like me, but then you don't. What exactly is it because I despise these mixed Signals " Jungwon gives you a blank stare, the sight making you regret not neglecting your bladder and going to the toilet that evening

You take a step closer to him, and he takes one back you both Repeat the process until you have him trapped against the frigid restroom walls. "See you doing it again?" jungwon gulps trying to suppress the urge to pounce on you “It's as if I'm a disease and you don't want anything to do with me!" Jungwon motions with his hands, "no no.. it's not like that at all y/n" "then what is it like, Jungwon?" He sighs looking down and fiddling with his fingers "You just make me nervous sometimes, like..." he sighs. I can't be myself around you " (cuz I’m a vampire and I want to suck your blood everytikeI see you ) “I’m not going to have any cheesy sobby confessionals chats with you just say it weather you like me or not that’s all I need from you” let me down easy if that’s the case..

Your words causing jungwon to chuckle it’s one of the things he liked about you a lot. He admired how straight to the point you were about the things you wanted “ I like you y/n”

You can’t stop the smile that graces your face the sight causing a blush to creep onto jungwons face as he looks at you eagerly wating for what you were going to say next as well as how he was eager to (sink his fangs onto your exposed neck) Your cheeks start to hurt from how happy you are right now to now know jungown feels the same way .

Not caring if he was your brothers bestie or not you make a bold and risky move a choice for yourself only.

You wrap your arms around his neck tip toeing so you could reach. Pulling him into a deep kiss. Jungwon was taken a back the voices in his head telling him to pull away as being this close to you was dangerous but he couldn’t help himself he’s been craving your touch for so long.Jungwon wastes no time hungrily kissing you back wrapping his hands around your waist pulling you closer to him so your bodies could morph into one another. Jungwon was on a high right now he couldn’t control his own body. He unknowingly found him self nibbling a little at yout lip the impact of this teeth causing you to whimper a little

Regardless jungwon continued eager to hear you again “you sound so beautiful “ he mutters into the kiss nibbling at your lips once again eventually causing your lip to bleed

Oh no

Quickly jungwon pushed you away turning himself away form you. Not wanting you to see his face his fangs his bloodshot eyes.

What the hell?

"Um, Jungwon? "What was that about?" you tap his shoulder, but he turns away from you, "hey!" You continue to tap his back aggressively, but he doesn't budge. "jungwon.. are you okay?" he finally responds, "I'm f-fine," he squeezes out with a horse tone. You try to approach him but he hides his face with his hands "jungwon look at me " he shakes his head you sigh taking matters into your own hands grazing his slender ones with your nails causing him to shriek in pain allowing you to catch a sneak glance of his face

What the fuck what the fuck what the fucking fuck fuck fuck

you step back “ why..your..f-face” you take another step back as jungwon slowly makes eye contact with you “ y/n wait I can explain..” he moves towards you and you take another back just like before with the roles reversed “ no! y-you stay right there “ jungwon obeys “ y/n I- “ your a vampire aren’t you.. “ jungwon slowly nods “ and were you going to…kill me ?” jungwon shakes his head “ no I would never dream of hurting you.. I’ve been trying… trying so hard to suppress it I didn’t mean to bite your lip!” He speaks just rambling at you trying his best to convince you.

You pause for a moment to reflect. Vampires exist, and Jungwon is one. He has sharp fangs, red eyes, and an ominous aura, just like in the tv shows..

I should be running away but I don’t want to leave

You've been invested in the supernatural for years, regardless of whether your bother believes in it or not. Sunghoon often criticised you for it, saying it was only legends and myths, but you knew it had to be true. And here is jungwon right now, confirming everything. You know you should be cautious because he has just shown himself almost losing control, but your intuition was telling you to stay. You allowed your imagination and infatuation with such creatures and your pinning for jungwon to overpower your critical thinking.

“ bite me “ jungwon gives you a shocked look “ what no I’m not going to do that to you I don’t want to hurt you “ you shake your head “ I’m giving you my permission “ he shakes his head again turning away. Your met with the sight of his broad shoulders once again, you walk towards him forcing his body to turn to you. “ I know you won’t go to far it’s fine really.. i want the experience jungwon “ you speak with exhilaration lacing your tounge. “ no” you raise your hands to cup his face forcing him to look at you “ please.. let me help you use me jungwon ”

You had no idea where this sudden need to have your blood drawn came from, but the want grew the more and more jungwon told you no. Plus, you liked him so much that you were willing to let him have it even though you knew it would hurt.

Jungwon shook his head sighing in frustration. He was having an internal battle with himself and the vampire inside of him. It was getting harder to hold back he needed you to leave before it was too late “ y/n get out” he spoke harshly hoping his tone would scare you off but to his surprise you didn’t flinch or move an inch. “ you can’t make me” jungwon sighed again. “ please.. I’m trying so hard right now not to make a decision I’ll regret please just leave “

Why won’t you let me help you

You took his hand and trailed it down to your neck, "come on.. I know you want to." Jungwon shook his head, "stop it." You spoke again taunting him "all this just here fresh just for you to take..I’m yours," you said, coming closer and angling your neck in his way.

“ I’m warning you y/n” you smirked continuing to taunt him “ suck me dry until I can’t walk “ jungwon pushed you away. “ leave.. I don’t think I would ever forgive myself if I hurt you “ “ but you won’t.. just take a little bit of my blood I can tell you need it “ jungwons red eyes looked at you and flickered to your neck “ don’t make a decision just because it’s me “ you shake your head “ what if I want to do it for you.. I want to help you and if that means sacrificing my self a little… then I’m willing to do so I trust you “

Jungwon paused for a moment to reflect. Trying one final time to break out of it. " Jungwon, you're free to take me, I'm yours," you said, he looked into your eyes caressing your neck, "mine?" you nodded.

“ try not to scream love”

Jungwon had plunged his fangs into your neck before you could speak again. You shrieked in agony, clutching your hands and pulling on his hair. The anguish was awful; it felt as if your life was being drained from you by two tiny needles. But you kept it up for him. You tried not to scream so that the others wouldn't hear but it hurt so badly. Jungwon had to put his hand over your mouth.

Jungwon was unable to stop himself from leaving. He had been repressing himself all this time, but now that he had a taste of you, all he wanted was more. His grasp on your hip tightened as his fangs grew deeper. Eventually, the pain went away, and you felt numb, but in a nice manner. You felt strange for loving it, but after a while you began to like the agony, the way his nails clawed your sides, you didn't want him to stop.

Jungwon eventually backed away. wiping your blood off his soiled lips. He gazed at you, bewildered, with the mess on your neck. And lost in your dazed state His contentment tinged with slight remorse. He touched your cheek immediately "are you okay I'm so sorry I almost lost myself there I-" that's..f-fine I liked it " you whispered your dazed eyes meeting his scarlet red ones " you did?" "It tickles," you said faintly, resting your head on his palm.

Jungwon smiled softly and drew you into his chest. He could see you were fatigued because of how much blood he drank, so he did his best to nurse you back to health.

“She told me don’t worry about it she told me don’t worry no more”

YOUR MOOD WAS DISTURBING. Specifically to Sunghoon, who seemed to despise the idea that his sister was happy and smiling, constantly reminding you that your grin was unattractive. But you didn’t care so here you are now sitting on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Prior to the events of four days ago, you were ecstatic. Jungwon not only liked you back, but he was also a vampire, so it's like you got two in one: the boy you liked and your otherworldly fantasies. You felt like you were fetishizing him because he was a vampire, but your affections for him outweighed any possibility of that being the case after all you loved jungwon before he showed his true self.

Since then you had been covering the bite mark with clothes scarfs and foundation until it eventually healed not wanting any questions and to out him. Sometimes your run your fingers over the spot having flashbacks of the moment the thought causing a slight blush to rinse your cheeks even tho he was technically eating you in a way it felt so intimate that you couldn’t help but blush every time it crossed your mind.

You snap out of your thoughts when you what a knock on your door “ who is it ?” “ jungwon” you jumped up so fast taking on last look in the mirror adjusting your hair even pulling your skirt up a little higher so he can get a peak at your legs. Gosh this is too slutty isn’t it ? I should change “ one minute !” You yell quickly finding some joggers to put on before opening the door

“ hi” you say with a bright smile to which jungwon returns one back “ can I come in?” You nodd dragging him in “ soooo vampy how did my blood taste ?” Jungwon blushes slightly scratching the back of his neck “ why are you asking me all of a sudden “ you shrug “ just curious how I taste I guess “ he nodds “ you tasted good.. really good “ you smirk

“ you know if my bother were to walk in and hear that it would give him the wrong idea “ you speak wiggling your eye brows to which jungwon gasps launching a pillow at you “ your so dirty minded aren’t you.. you and I both know I ment your blood “ you shrug moving closer to him “ I know just a thought “ he laughs at your words

You sigh resting your head on his shoulder while his arm welcomed you in “ I like this a lot you know just being around you like this “ jungwon humms “ yeah I want to be like this with you forever “ you look up and him giving him a small smile “me too” even tho I’ll eventually grow old and die while you would stay here..

it continued on like this for some time with you and jungwon spending more and more time together now that he had revealed himself to you he felt way more comfortable. And you were just happy to be around with him his company made your day.

Though it wasn’t all sunshine’s and rainbows for jungwon as ever since he got a taste he wanted more every time you would be close with him like when you would cuddle he felt himself kissing your neck and felt his his fangs pooping out one time to the point he had to stop cuddling for a while. It was worse now that he knew what you tasted like. he didn’t know how long he could ignore it until it consumed him.

And on the other hand he was drowning in guilt for liking you touching you, biting you and just being with you behind his best friends back. He hated himself for it but he couldn’t deny his feelings and his urges for you

Later on you go to the kitchen to get some snacks “What's up with you and Jungwon?" Jake inquired, and you shrugged. "nothing? " We're just hanging around, why?" he hummus. "I'm not sure, I'm just sensing vibes, if you know what I mean," he teased you.

“ there’s no vibes just 2 friends “ he copied your tone “ who like eacother “ You shoot jake a glance and he crosses his arms “ im not silly like the rest of them im quite observant “ should I just lie? Or tell him the truth

Nauur I’ma lie I ain’t telling you shit Jake

“ yeah as friends ?” He takes a step closer to you basically trapping you against the kitchen counter in the corner so your no longer seen “ he’s marked you.. as his own.. I know it all “ marked ? Wait what..just play dumb “ huh? Marked I don’t get it Jake what do you mean? jungwon is just my friend your being weird “ he rolled his eyes placing his thumb on the area which once showcased jungwons bite mark “ this here is where he bit you didn’t he? He marked you in the process I know what he is y/n”

Your eyes widen in shock is it possible that Jake could be..? “ yes I’m a vampire “

As soon as he spoke was the same speed it took for him to grab you and take you to your room locking the door.

Shit..vampires and thier super speed

“ j-Jake what are you going “

“Shut up”

Jake wasted no time in pinning you against your door's wall and sunk his fangs into the other side of your neck. It felt like he was ripping you apart, unlike Jungwons.

You yelled in anguish, and he covered your mouth with his enormous palm, and muffled a tiny shut up, and continued to feast on your neck.You attempted to hit him, but it was futile since you felt yourself becoming weaker and weaker.Jake finally let go, looking at your drained body one last time with a Smirk on his face and he raced out the window, leaving your frial body on the floor.

Help me..jungwon

As jungwon had marked you he could sense your weakness and hear your calling to him. He quickly dismissed his friends and hurried to your room, attempting to enter the door but finding it locked. This only increased his fear of what might happen if he didn't get to you immediately.

So jungwon made his way from the window Jake had gone out through only to discover your pale body on the floor and instantly went up to you holding your body in his arms "Y/n.. please wake up.. please " your eyes were partially open you didn't have enough strength to open them wide but it was enough for you to recognise him" don’t...worry" jungwon clutched your face "how can I not your body is so weak I'm struggling to hear your heart beat" he panics not knowing what to do "l..leave me " jungown shakes his head.

You hated to see him in the pain the sight completely broke you this isn’t how you wanted to die you didn’t want to die.. but you felt yourself letting go “no.. I’m not going to let you die y/n I have to turn you” you shake your head. I don’t want to be a vampire “ no.. it’s f-fine don’t worry.. “ jungwon finnaly lets out all the tears he was holding in letting him self cry into your body “ your going to d-die.. I don’t want you to d-die” “ please don’t leave me..” he spoke shaking his head and now holding your hand in his rubbing your thumb

“ I’m not.. I’m..not l-leaving you “ he shakes his head again “ I’m here for enterity I’m never going to see you again.. I have to turn you now” you use the last of your strength to hold his check and stoke it softly “ you can live without me.. stop worrying about me I’m going to die you don’t have to worry about me no more”

Jungwon refused to accept the truth. He didn't want it and wouldn't accept it. He had to be with you because he couldn't go on living knowing he'd never see you, hear your voice, or touch you again. He knew you didn't want to be like him and drink blood as you had to previously had a conversation about the topic before , but he had no choice. Jungwon wasted no time in biting into his wrist, allowing himself to bleed and shoving his blood down your throat in the hopes of starting the transition. He was hoping and pleading for it to succeed.

However, as he removed his hand, your body showed no sighs of response, your eyes remained closed, your body did not move, and he could no longer hear your heart beat."No..no y/n don't leave me..please," he said, shaking your body, but you didn't respond.Jungown clutched your body in his arms, unconcerned about who heard him as he cried out in pain. His happiness had been stolen from him, and he would have to live with it for the rest of his life alone.

Without you

Jungwon was technically dead, but for the first time in his many years of life, he felt as if he had genuinely died.

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𖤐authors notes and dat 📝 pt.2 : so yeah unfortunately y/n died sadly and jungwon will be alone for ever😧 it is what is is ig 😭 sorry for a sad ending It was actually written to have a positive ending but somehow I just changed my mind 🙃 oh well aniii ways I hope you enjoyed it ~ !!!

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Fall Drabbles, Day 6

prompt: beanie

pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

summary: Matt takes an interest in your knitting.

warnings: swearing, sweet fluff as always

a/n: This one is all over the place because I'm thinking through a new fic for later this year, but it's still cute (I think). Hope you all enjoy!

w/c: <1k

“Let the marathon commence!” Foggy exclaimed, turning out the lights with a malicious laugh, before immediately lighting a few candles (that he claimed were for “the vibe”, but you were pretty sure it was because he was too chicken to sit in the dark while watching scary movies.)

Tilting your head towards Matt, you shook your head ”Remind me how the two of us got roped into a movie marathon?” 

Though you and Foggy got along really well, your interests aligned more closely with Matt's. Whether that was because you'd known the blind lawyer since he was picking fights at St. Agnes, or because you were an introvert who preferred a good book to the cheesy special effects of Foggy's favorite films, it was unclear. Yet here you were, planted comfortably next to Matt on Foggy's worn out couch, about to work your way through his top five scary movies. 

While you had little interest in the activity, you had no idea why Matt had signed up to take part in it. Not only were movies not something he regularly indulged in, for obvious reasons, but he had previously admitted to you that horror movies were some of his least favorite because all of the jump scares were ruined by the audio descriptions. 

Shifting so that his shoulder pressed up against yours, Matt chuckled. “Because Fog asked us to, and we would do just about anything for him.”

You grumbled in dejected acceptance, unzipping the large pocket of your bag and pulling out your crafting supplies. 

“Woah, what's all that?” Foggy wondered aloud as he sat on Matt's other side.

“Knitting stuff,” You shrugged, unspooling the color you were holding and threading the giant needles. “I'm behind on Christmas gifts.”

“I don't know what I want to know more about: the fact that you're handmaking holiday gifts or that October 6th is considered 'behind' schedule.“ Matt scoffed, tucking an arm over your legs as you threw them across his lap to start knitting.

“I make winter hats for my young cousins and the members of my aunt's assisted living facility. They usually appreciate them and I like having something to do with my hands.” You shrugged, explaining the tradition indifferently. 

“That's really nice!” Foggy smiled, elbowing Matt in the ribs. “You should make some for us.” 

Matt rolled his eyes, “Fog, it sounds like she's got her work cut out for her without us adding to it. Besides, you already have a stack of very ugly hats from your late grandmother.” Turning his attention back towards you, he grinned, “'Have you seen the one with the giant flower attached to it?”

Smiling roguishly, you looked expectantly at the blushing blond, “No I have not. Foggy, care to model that one for me?” 

“Ok, FIRST of all,” Foggy glared at his business partner, “Things that you see when I am drunk off my ass in college should be kept in confidence. Secondly, she had dementia and forgot that I was 19. And a boy.” 

“What, boys can't like flowers?” You asked with mock offense, biting the inside of your lip to keep from giggling at Foggy's evident frustration.

“I WASN'T SAYING THAT!” He spluttered, “I was just explaining why I own that hat.” 

“Don't worry, Fog. We won't tell anyone you're a bigot.” Matt smirked.

Foggy huffed as you laughed openly. “Whatever. Next time, I'll watch these on my own.”

“No you won't.” You giggled. 

Stony face breaking into a toothy grin, Foggy agreed. “No I won't.”

While you were definitely paying more attention to the movement of your darning needles than the characters on the screen, you were enjoying yourself. Foggy's eyes were glued to the screen, still flinching at every jumpscare despite the automated verbal warnings. Matt was alternating between laughing at his friend's reactions and listening to the movie, all the while running his fingers over the feather soft yarn you were working with. 

Usually, knit products bothered his skin—the wool or polyester blends scratching at every available nerve with vigor—but this material was downy and comforting. He wondered if the recipients of your painstakingly crafted gifts were as appreciative as you deserved. It was unlikely.

The quiet, consistent clicks of your needles were soothing, slowly lulling him to sleep. His eyelids must have been drooping noticeably because you adjusted your position to allow his head to pillow on your shoulder. Inhaling deeply, he tuned out the movie—choosing instead to focus on the lullaby composed by your steady pulse and kind hands. 

A few weeks later, Matt was returning to his office after running an errand for a client. It was just as he left it, save for the paper box tied with a ribbon sitting in the middle of his desk. 

“Fog, what’s this?” He called across the empty space. 

“A gift for you from a special someone!” The response he received did not answer his question. 

Unraveling the bow cautiously, Matt slid the top off the box and ran his hands around the contents inside. It was a hat, woven together with strands of that marvelous yarn you’d been working with. 

“Fog,” He called to his partner, who had followed his curiosity straight into Matt’s office. “Did she make me a hat?”

“Looks that way,” Foggy chuckled, stroking the delicate material. “It’s…beautiful. Deep red, like your suit.”

“Oh,” Matt’s voice was strangled with emotion. 

“Still think your feelings aren’t reciprocated?” Foggy asked coyly. 

“Shut up,” Matt murmured, clenching the heartfelt gesture in his hands.

[ghostchems]

For the horror prompts: 19 and/or 28 with Copia? Perhaps with some sexy vampire action? 👀 love youuu ♡

boys suck

that gut feeling something is following you & having blood smeared all over you

a/n: mdni! 18+! there’s smut and blood and drama. tw for blood, death, mind-control, and mooooore. about 1.8k words! ao3 link.

You know you shouldn’t be out in the park this late at night but you need some fresh air and some space away from your boyfriend. The situation is spiraling out of control between the two of you and it’s getting exhausting trying to hold a doomed relationship together. You need to be able to think, to try and clear your mind so that tensions could at least go down before speaking again. You know that this is the big one, the last fight you would ever deal with and you are ready to tell them now - you just had to think about how.

The brisk air sends chills down your spine as you snuggle up in your oversized sweatshirt. Your mind is far away, so much so that you’re not paying too much attention to where in the park you’ve wandered off to. It isn’t until you start to get the feeling of being watched that you’re brought back to reality, finding yourself in the far, dark corner of the park. The sound of the wind through the trees distracts you for a moment, and then you hear it: a deep, throaty snarl ripping through the quiet night air.

You don’t know what else to do other than run, a fear striking through you that you haven’t felt since you were a child. Grass and leaves crunch beneath your sneakers as you race back to where you came. A hand grabs you by the arm, the grip impossibly tight and it brings you to a halt.

“Why are you running, dolcezza?” His voice is smooth and has a heavy Italian accent. You turn to look at him and you’re immediately struck by his sharp, white eye. He is wearing a cape, a bat clasp keeping it in place over his shoulders and his brown hair looks a bit wild.

“I… I heard something. Growling.” You manage to say between heavy breaths but your eyes fall to his grip on your arm. Danger is ringing in your ears and you start to feel like there is something not right with his man. The more you look at him, the more his features change to appear more pointed - his eyes, his eyes… his teeth. You swallow thickly once you notice blood on his check. “Y-you…”

Before you’re able to say anything more he has you pinned against a nearby tree and his hand is clamped over your mouth to muffle your scream. He presses his lips against your ear and draws in a deep inhale through his nose, a low moan spilling from his lips.

“You are lucky that I’ve already been sated.” His hot breath fills your ear and he pushes in closer to you, his body firm against yours. “Ohhh… but you smell so delicious.” He groans into you, his breath shaking as he pressed his nose against your neck. You try to push away him but he is far too strong for you, his gloved hand so tight on your face that all sounds are swallowed by it. His lips brush your neck and heat spreads along your skin. There’s a small moment of silence before he sinks his fangs into you.

The pain is blinding. Your vision starts to blur and a scream rips from your throat, the taste of his leather gloves filling your mouth. Your entire body feels like it is on fire, growing to a point that you’re sure you are about to burst into flames. And then, the pain is suddenly gone, replaced by comfortable warmth and numbness. His hand drops from your mouth and you give a shattered exhale. You have no urge to scream even though your brain is telling you to. His tongue laps at the wound on your neck, breathy moans and huffs coming from him as he grips at your waist.

“I need your help.” He whispers as he pulls away from your neck, his mismatched eyes gazing into yours. You want to run or to at least tell him no but you can’t bring yourself to speak. He leans in and brushes his pointed nose against yours. The warmth within your spreads and your cheeks grow rosy. “Be a good girl for me, dolcezza.” He murmurs against your lips and you can feel the tickle of his mustache. His tongue licks along your lip, the salty taste of blood starting to seep into your mouth. You are only able to give a small whimper before he forces his tongue into your mouth.

It’s then that you feel an ache between your legs as he kisses you. It’s desperate and demanding, the taste of your own blood coating your mouth while he grips your chin, forcing your mouth open even wider. All thought has left your mind. All that matters is him and what he wants. You don’t fight anymore. Your body melts against his, your hands drifting up his chest and feeling the soft velvet of his cape. It’s like you can’t control yourself anymore — it’s like he has taken over every corner of your being.

“There is a body not far from here.” He whispers and his voice echoes in your mind, to the point that it’s all you can hear. “I need your help moving it, dolcezza. Will you help me?” You nod slowly. His lips curl into a blood-stained smile. “Atta girl.” He grabs you by the arm again and starts to lead you back toward the dark corner of the park. You allow him to pull you and you feel like you are merely along for the ride at this point.

A little further past the spot you had turned back from is where the body is laid out in the middle of the path. It’s completely unrecognizable with blood completely covering him and his face mangled. It would make you scream normally, in fact, you are screaming in your head but on the outside it’s like it doesn’t phase you. He lets go of your arm slowly, his fingers lingering for just a moment before he motions to the body.

“Grab him by the arms.” The suaveness of his voice has gone and is replaced with a deep, commanding growl. You don’t hesitate, reaching for the man’s arms and lifts them as the stranger grips his feet. Blood spills from his neck and head all over you, but you’re too focused on following your orders despite how uncomfortable it feels and how badly it smells. The two of you make quick work of moving him, dumping him into some nearby bushes.

Blood clings to your gray hoodie and is smeared all along your face. You look at him with bright eyes, waiting for his next order. His lips twitch into a wide smile, blood still dripping from the sides of his mouth from when he bit you. He circles you, his cape blowing in the evening breeze before settling behind you. His hands fall to your hips, tracing lazy circles along the outside of your thighs, further staining your sweatpants.

“You’ve done so well for me, dolcezza.” He hums, his nose lightly brushing against your ear. “You’ve helped me out of a tight spot, si. Perhaps I owe you a bit of thanks.” He rests his chin on your shoulder and slips one of his hands to your stomach, teasing at the waistband of your sweatpants. You give a soft yelp and try to push back against him. He shushes you, his lips pressing against your neck. “Do not worry. He won’t find out.” He presses soft, wet kisses to your neck that lights a fire in your abdomen.

All of your worries wash away as his hand dips into your pants. The feeling of his leather glove against your bare skin makes your breath catch in your throat. He cups your sex and presses his palm firmly against your clit, your eyes fluttering and your back arching against him as he moves his palm in slow circles. You can’t hold back a moan, your hands moving to clutch at his arms while your hips rock against his hand.

“You haven’t gotten attention like this in a long while, have you, dolcezza?” He tsks as he presses his palm firmer to your clit. You can’t bring yourself to speak, the building pleasure is all that matters now. It’s like he’s closed you off to the world, causing you not to care that you’re out in public or that you don’t even know his name as he continues on with his intimate touches. His fingers dip lower and run along your wet entrance, humming in approval before he easily slips two fingers inside.

“God!” You moan, your chest heaving and your legs trembling. His fingers dip in and out of you, then eventually he curls them inside with each dip, massaging that deep, sweet spot. He chuckles against your neck, playfully nipping at it. Your body is burning now from the overwhelming sensation and you suck in a sharp breath as your head tilts back against his chest. You close your eyes and part your lips, a steady stream of breathy moans flowing from them as you let go, your hips rolling against each of his thrusts.

“That’s it, baby…” He growls before nibbling on your earlobe, rolling it between one of his sharp fangs. Your toes curl in your shoes and a sharp cry rips from your throat as shockwaves grip your body, coming hard against his fingers. You slump against him, his arms loosely holding you up as you catch your breath. Silence falls over the two of you and you lean your head back to look him in the eyes.

“You don’t want to go back.” His voice is light and it sounds like he is sad for you. Emotion swells in your chest, tears forming in your eyes. How does he know what you’re going through? “You don’t have to go back.” He tugs you against his chest and wraps his arms securely around you, tucking you underneath his cape. You feel safe and warm snuggled against him, like you never want to leave his side.

“You don’t ever have to go back.” His voice drops to a low growl, his mouth hovering just over your neck. He sinks his teeth in again, this time deeper than before. The familiar warmth overtakes you and you lean into it, closing your eyes as his arms tighten around you to the point that you can hardly breathe. You welcome the feeling and you press into him further while he drinks from you with deep gulps and soft, pleased moans.

Your eyes flutter open and shut as numbness spreads through you and your mind starts to drift far away…

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GaaSaku-Fanfests Month Prompts Post

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Here it is, the 2023 GaaSaku-Fanfests Month Prompt post. They are as follows: [click/tap on the images for a clearer read.]

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Day 1 ◊ BAMF Sakura ◊ Cinnamon Roll Gaara ◊ “Punch me.”

Day 2 ◊ First Kiss ◊ First Time ◊ “You kissed me to shut me up?!”

Day 3 ◊ Sparring ◊ Childhood Crush ◊ “Dance with me.”

Day 4 ◊ Medic ◊ Naked ◊ “That doesn’t go there.”

Day 5 ◊ War ◊ Inverse Trope ◊ “Who is the real enemy?”

Day 6 ◊ Masturbation ◊ Forbidden Jutsu ◊ “It’s not illegal where I come from.”

Day 7 ◊ Coffee/Café AU ◊ Tattoo ◊ “Why are you following me?”

Day 8 ◊ Pregnancy ◊ Long Distance Relationship ◊ “Didn’t see that coming, did you?”

Day 9 ◊ Song Fic/Art ◊ Sick Fic/Art ◊ “Make Me.”

Day 10 ◊ Desert ◊ Flowers ◊ “I wrote you a love poem.”

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Day 11 ◊ BDSM/Kink ◊ Porn ◊ “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

Day 12 ◊ Enemies to Lovers ◊ Friends to Lovers ◊ “Who do you think you are?”

Day 13 ◊ Wet Dream ◊ Inner Sakura/Shukaku ◊ “I had a dream about you.”

Day 14 ◊ Fake/Accidental Dating ◊ First/Blind Date ◊ “You opened my eyes.”

Day 15 ◊ One Night Stand ◊ Modern AU ◊ “Close your eyes.”

Day 16 ◊ Kazekage ◊ Politics ◊ “Do You Trust Me?”

Day 17 ◊ Marriage ◊ Honeymoon ◊ “It’s our anniversary.”

Day 18 ◊ Masquerade ◊ Secret Relationship ◊ “Be quiet or they’ll hear us.”

Day 19 ◊ Strength/Weakness ◊ Forgiveness ◊ “I’m strong but you make me weak.”

Day 20 ◊ Joint Village Mission ◊ Chunin Exams ◊ “I wish I still hated you.”

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Day 21 ◊ Soulmate/Soul Bond ◊ Bodyguard ◊ “What will this cost me?”

Day 22 ◊ Morning After ◊ Pillowtalk ◊ “Good Morning.”

Day 23 ◊ Family ◊ Domestic ◊ “It’s your turn to do the dishes.”

Day 24 ◊ Mythology ◊ Supernatural ◊ “I want to eat you.”

Day 25 ◊ Sex Pollen ◊ Scent/Senses ◊ “You smell so good.”

Day 26 ◊ PTSD/Mental Illness ◊ Bad Guy Wins ◊ “Save Me.”

Day 27 ◊ Oblivious ◊ Trapped ◊ “It’s getting hot in here.”

Day 28 ◊ Confessions ◊ Protect/Overprotective ◊ “What's your starsign?.”

Day 29 ◊ Casual Friday ◊ Free Day ◊ “Be careful what you wish for.”

Day 30 ◊ Home ◊ Vacation ◊ “All I want to do is love you.”

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[soireegurl]

Helloooo I rlly enjoy ur works and i think they're fantastic. Can I pls request prompt 12 and 19???? TYSMMM

Darkness was all that you could see... You were blind folded with a black piece of cloth, your mouth is taped and your were tied up with ropes.

All you can hear is your heavy breathing from fear.

You struggled and tried to free yourself but the ropes were tight. Tight to the point where your wrists are getting sore and you could feel that your skin is tearing off.

"Mmm! Mmm!" (Help! Help!)

You tried to call for help but all the sound you made was muffled by the tape taped on your mouth.

Suddenly you heard a squeaking sound, sounds like an old rusty door opening.

Next, you hear footsteps getting closer and closer to you.

The sound of the heels of the shoes hitting the ground made you uncontrollably scared.

"You are awake baby..."

A male voice rang through the room.

You swear you could hear echoes.

He sounds familiar... But you can't remember who is he...

"Sorry you have to be here... This place is a little nasty isn't it?"

He let out a small laughter.

Suddenly you felt a hand on your cheeks...

The hand was carressing your face slowly and softly as it you will break if he does it any harder.

"Mm! Mm!"

You tried to tell him to remove the tape on your mouth.

"Oh right... You can't talk like this..."

He slowly removed the tape.

"Who are you? Why did you bring me here?"

Your voice trembled as you spoke...

"I'm your boyfriend... Or I should say fiancé... "

He said an paused for awhile...

"Why did i brought you here...? Sss... That's a hard question... How should I answer it.."

He let out a laughter which made you shiver.

"I don't have a boyfriend... I think you got the wrong person..."

You have been single for your whole life, no way this guy is your boyfriend, even more crazy, a fiancé.

"Jung Y/n. 19 years old, studying in seoul university. Has a older brother, mother died 3 years ago, bestfriend is Kim yena... Am I right? It's impossible I got the wrong person..."

You were shaking from fear... How does this person know everything about you? This is creepy.

"How do you know me?? I don't think I know you..."

The next second, the black cloth covering your eyes got removed by him. You took some time to adjust to the sudden brightness.

Once you adjusted, you opened your eyes and saw the person infront of you.

"Sunbaenim..."

You know him, a famous senior from your school, Lee Heeseung.

"See... You know me Y/n..."

He said with a small smile.

"Sunbae... What is all this about?"

You stare at him in confusion...

He looked at you and didn't say anything.

"Is this a prank or something? This is not funny... Please stop this..."

You said and tried to free yourself.

"Stop..."

Heeseung said with a strict voice, but you are definitely not gonna listen to him.

"I said stop Y/n!"

He suddenly shouted which made you jump in fear.

"Do you want to leave me that bad?"

Heeseung's eyes were dark and furious.

"What? Heeseung you are not in your right mind..."

You tried to reason and continued to try to free yourself.

"Stop provoking me... I don't want to hurt you... "

"What?"

"Don't go against my word Y/n..."

Heeseung said with a strict voice...

"Are you out of your mind? Why are you acting like this?"

"You were the one who made me like this..."

He's definitely out of his mind... Whatever he's saying does not make any sense...

You turned a deaf ear to him and said.

"Please stop this whatever prank this is and let me go... My family is gonna worry about me. "

You said with a unhappy tone and glared at him.

"You are not leaving... You are staying with me forever. "

[mouwrites]

HIIIi love your writing so much so here i am making a request with promp 12. or 19.?? maybe combo or you can choose whichever youd like with the character Zane from Ninjago

when maybe with prompt 12 where Zane has some sort of panic attack so the reader is there to help him??? THANK YOU SO MUCH IF YOU DO HAVE A GREAT DAY AND DONT FORGET TO DRINK AND EAT UP😼😼😽

YAH thank you sweets!! One Zane fic, compliments to the lovely anon!! <3

Word count: 1.3k

Ninjago - 12. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” and 19. “Your hair looks so soft.” (Zane) (300 follower event)

The market was alive with noise and movement. The torrent of people was thick and powerful; if you stepped into it, you were bound to be swept away. So you and the ninjas made sure to stay on the outer edge, using alleyways as they were available instead of braving the main street.

Zane was never a fan of large crowds. They caused him a faint anxiety, especially when he was with people, as that added the responsibility of keeping track of them. You, of course, knew about this, so you were holding his hand to ensure you wouldn’t be separated. You still saw the occasional flicker of worry in his eyes, but you knew it couldn’t be helped.

“How far did Ronin say it was?” You asked, getting a little impatient. “We’ve been wandering the streets for hours.”

“That’s the thing,” Lloyd sighed. “He didn’t say how far it was. He just said to ‘look for a cart in a caravan with a blue feather painted on the door.’”

Jay rolled his eyes. “How specific of him.”

“I still think our best bet is the market. Where else would a caravan be in such a huge city?”

“Nya’s right. We’ll keep searching here,” Kai agreed as they emerged from an alley into a new portion of the market.

Before you stepped into the noisiness again, you paused, leaning in to speak softly to Zane. “Doing okay?”

He gave a sincere smile, squeezing your hand. “Yes. Thank you.”

You smiled back, hurrying to catch up with the others before they got too far.

You traversed several more streets before you found anything; the market was like an endless maze, seemingly never ending no matter how many twists and turns one made.

Your blind trek finally came to a conclusion as the sun was beginning to flush the blue from the sky with orange, and the people were beginning to head home. Many vendors had also left, but fortunately for your party the caravan appeared inhabited still.

It was a posse of quaint carts, each not much bigger than your average camping trailer. The intricate blue feather painted on the door distinguished the one you were looking for, and Jay practically bounded up the steep stairs to pound on the door.

There was no answer. Jay’s fists clenched. “If Ronin sent us on yet another wild goose chase—!”

“Are you looking for Natalia?”

Everyone turned their heads to see a young boy peering out from behind the cart. After exchanging glances and shrugs among yourselves, you turned helplessly to the boy. “Is this Natalia’s cart?”

“Yes. I will tell her she has visitors. She will be a while. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you waiting inside.” The boy disappeared as quickly as he had come.

Jay opened the door just as you had opened your mouth to ask if it was a good idea to go inside. You hadn’t missed the way that Zane’s hand was tightening around yours, and you had a pretty good guess as to why. It had been a long day full of stress, and now he was being packed into a little cart with six other people. The strong smell of incense wafting from the open door wasn’t promising, either; you could tell before even stepping inside that you’d be choked by the smell.

And choked you were. The oppressive heat in the cart (partly from the several sticks of incense burning in the small space) only worsened the smell. The numberless trinkets and furniture impossibly crammed into the little space made it twice as claustrophobic as it should have been, what with seven people now crammed inside.

It was the smells. The colors. The heat. The voices of the ninjas. The voices of the remaining people out on the street. Everything. But most of all it was the stress of being on a mission in such a place. Zane had been trying to keep serious, knowing that what they were doing was important. But it was too much. It was all just so noisy.

Zane suddenly let go of your hand. Even the feeling of your skin on his was making everything worse. He tried to close his eyes, but it didn’t help, so he opened them again, and that didn’t help, either. It seemed that whatever he did, he was making the panic worse.

You knew what was up the second he stopped gripping your hand.

“Guys,” you spoke over the others, sounding as casual as you could. “Why don’t you go and keep a lookout for this ‘Natalie’ person?” You nodded at the door.

Jay opened his mouth to protest, but Kai, who seemed to suddenly notice Zane, smacked his shoulder before he could speak. He ushered the others out quickly, sending an encouraging look your way before stepping out himself.

You turned to face Zane when you heard the door close. By now his breathing was ragged and he was shifting his weight uncomfortably, his fingernails digging roughly into his palms.

“Hey,” you spoke quietly. “Zane. Just look at me.”

His head snapped up, distressed eyes wild as they bored into yours.

“Good. Now focus on me. Look in my eyes. It’s just you and me.” You seamlessly wrapped your hands around his, wedging his fingers out of his palms to entwine with yours as they relaxed.

He nodded subtly, but his breathing was only growing faster. You repeated your last line a few times, making sure to keep your tone calm and encouraging.

Zane’s hands gradually unclenched, and after a while his breathing finally began to slow.

“You’re doing great. Deep breaths. Here, just follow my lead.” You breathed deep too, letting him synchronize his breaths with yours.

Tears started to brim his eyes, and you could see the exhaustion of the day taking its toll on him: his knees wobbled a bit, so you guided him to a chair.

“Just take it easy,” you whispered, pulling up another chair beside him.

You wrapped an arm around his shoulder, letting him put his head on your torso. You felt him start to shake, and though he was clearly trying to keep his breathing calm.

“Your hair looks so soft,” you murmured. “Can I touch it?”

Given a small nod by Zane, you reached up a hand to stroke his hair. This seemed to help keep him relatively calm as he trembled, working the remaining anxiety out of his system.

It was a while before he tried to straighten himself. He suddenly pulled away from your chest, looking into your eyes with a sincere smile. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice a little unsteady.

You just nodded, bringing the hand that was buried in his hair down to cup his cheek. “Of course.”

Zane placed his hand atop yours, adding pressure to quell the shakiness. He turned his head a little to kiss your palm as he leaned into your touch.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You blushed a little, making Zane’s smile spread wider.

“Do you want to go back?”

“No. I’d like to finish the mission. I feel much better.”

You eyed him warily, prompting him to grab both of your hands and hold them on your lap. “Trust me, I’m fine now.”

You didn’t like the twinge of exhaustion you saw in his eyes, but ultimately you respected his judgment. You gave a small nod.

Not two seconds later a knock came at the door of the little cart. You heard Jay’s voice on the other side. “Guys! Natalia’s coming!”

You both shot up, you scrambling to the door, Zane following a step behind. You paused as you grabbed the handle, looking back at Zane one last time.

“Let’s go out,” Zane insisted. “The smell in here really is oppressive.”

You laughed, affirming your agreement by swinging the door open and hopping into the fresh air outside.

When on flat ground, Zane held your hand once more, once again aware of the (admittedly smaller but still not insignificant) bustling market.

Kai sent you a look that asked: All good?

You gave a thumbs-up, earning a confused yet innocent smile from Zane.

“All good,” you said, kissing Zane’s hand quickly before getting down to business; Natalie was approaching, and the mission had to go on.

Thank you so much for participating in our event!! And thanks for reading, take care guys <33

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[forasecondtherewedwon]

For the smutty one liners, 19 and 20 with Croz and Bubbles please and thank you

It was your prompt I was talking about the other day—in the post where I said I'd made the smut about grief 🙃 (But there's definitely still smut.) Thank youuu!!

19: "Stop teasing me and do it!" 20: "You're still holding back, just let go."

more smutty one-liner prompts

so I smile and say

Fandom: Masters of the Air Pairing: Harry Crosby x Joseph 'Bubbles' Payne Rating: E Word Count: 2032

Summary: The night he and Sandra sit by the fire, Crosby almost cheats on Jean. It takes the voice of a departed friend in his head to help Crosby understand why he felt so close to Sandra, and which feelings really need to be resolved.

If Crosby had been one of those guys he pretended to be in the mirror, he would’ve sat brooding before the fire and drunk the rest of the bottle alone. What Crosby did instead after Sandra turned in for the night was get to his feet and thoughtlessly splash the dregs of his drink into the fire. He just about jumped out of his skin when the flames leapt. Christ. The things he was entrusted with and he didn’t even have the presence of mind not to throw alcohol at fire.

When the fire settled back into a dimming, collapsing thing that really resonated with him, Crosby sighed and shuffled towards the bedroom. His, alone, on his side of the suite he shared with Sandra. “Roommates” was misleading; he usually slept in the barracks with a dozen other men and zero walls. Those were roommates. The accommodations situation with Sandra was more like next-door neighbours. It sounded so homey, so suburban, and not like he was a bad man who’d looked at that woman a quarter of an hour ago and thought about begging her to climb on top of him right there at the hearth for a mindless fuck.

Crosby stripped down to his undershirt and shorts, then groaned, realizing he’d forgotten to brush his teeth. He dragged himself to the bathroom. While he brushed, he stared into his own eyes in the mirror. They were empty, they were red—from liquor and grief and exhaustion. He spat, then ran hot water and let it pool in his palms until it burned before splashing his face. Wake up, he thought, then, Go to sleep, Harry, because the kind of waking-up he needed could only be helped by first falling asleep.

But when he pulled back the bedding and, yawning, slid his body between the sheets to lie on his back, Bubbles was with him, and so his mind wouldn’t rest.

Hey, buddy, Crosby thought.

Hey, Croz.

After it had happened, he hadn’t found Bubbles right away. It hadn’t been until he’d read the letter Bubbles had written to Jean that Crosby had started to hear his voice. Bubbles’ words, his cadence, had come back to him reading that letter. Now, like a whisper, Crosby could hear Bubbles’ voice if the world was quiet. This meant he typically heard it at night. And he knew it wasn’t real—that was the hardest part—but if Bubbles wasn’t coming back—he knew he wasn’t coming back (that was the hardest part)—it was what Crosby had.

It's ok, Bubbles told him when his eyes overflowed, a slow, thick tear rolling down his temple. You’re just tired.

Yeah, I know.

This Bubbles was Crosby’s Bubbles, completely; because he existed in Crosby—was Crosby—he had seen all of Crosby’s vulnerable moments, felt all of his pain. He was the only one. Crosby hadn’t told Jean what war was like, not really, and he couldn’t tell the boys back at the base anything because they all needed to carry on. It was Sandra, only Sandra, with whom he had shared the guilt he felt over Bubbles’ death. It was only her to whom he’d spoken Bubbles name.

I need your help, he thought.

That’ll be good—the blind leadin’ the blind.

Crosby smiled and sniffed, wiping the tear tracks away with his knuckle.

I almost cheated on Jean.

Why was it harder to admit that to himself than it had felt to imagine Sandra’s legs wrapped around his hips in front of the fire?

Why d’you think you were tempted? Bubbles asked.

Opportunity?

That an answer or a guess?

She’s a beautiful woman.

Don’t you blame Sandra, Bubbles chastised.

I’m not! Crosby thought with a huff. At least, he didn’t mean to. The problem isn’t Sandra, it’s that she’s right here, living in these rooms with me. It’s the proximity, Bubbles.

Just the physical closeness that’s the issue, then?

Crosby sighed deeply, hands gripping the sheet as though longing to wrench it up over his face so he could hide. But you couldn’t hide from the best friend who lived inside your head. That helped keep him honest.

No, he thought sullenly. Sandra let me talk… and she listened.

I listen.

You don’t count.

Because I’m dead? Crosby thought in Bubbles’ voice before he could stop himself. He exhaled a shaky breath.

Because it’s about you, he reasoned instead. He rolled onto his side, bunching the pillow beneath his neck.

You wanted to make love to Sandra because she helped you think about me. Crosby’s other thoughts attempted to rush in, an October gust through an open window back home, but he slammed that window shut and made things quiet again so Bubbles could go on. You’ve been scared to, Croz, because it hurts you so damn much. You know I don’t wanna hurt you though, buddy. Harry. It’s ok to feel close to me.

“But I miss you,” Crosby gasped aloud into the thin, dark loneliness of the bedroom he’d still be getting familiar with by the time he had to leave Oxford.

I know you do.

And I love you, Crosby thought, because he couldn’t say that part out loud, not even by accident. He squeezed his eyes shut so he wouldn’t even be seen by himself, his hand clutching the pillow.

I know that too.

You can’t. I didn’t realize while you were alive.

You can’t pick when it does and doesn’t matter that a fella’s alive, Bubbles said reasonably, while Crosby fought not to feel lectured or defensive or simply seen far too clearly. For all intents and purposes, Croz, I’m here, and nothin’ could be plainer than the fact that you love me. Sandra knows. That’s why you wanted her, right? You wanted somebody who knew you came to them full to the brim with love you woulda spent on me.

Crosby’s chest felt like an egg that had just been cracked, a tearless sob breaking free of the brittle shell. All of it was true. None of it was straightforward. He and Bubbles had been bullets formed in the same mould, a pair of shoes issued to the same airman, two wings on the same plane. They had read the same books, danced to the same music, and never not enjoyed one another’s company. That was the kind of best friend they had been to each other, but the version of Bubbles Crosby had concocted was rightly insisting that it had been more than that. Crosby had always hung on longer than he’d felt he should’ve when they’d hugged. In his letters to Jean, he’d tended to write nearly as much news of Bubbles as of himself: Bubbles thinks, Bubbles says, Bubbles hopes. Once, when he hadn’t been able to get his hair right, Bubbles had tapped his hands away and slicked Crosby’s hair into place himself. There, he’d said with a smile. Now you look sharp.

And Crosby had looked at Bubbles’ hair sometimes, soft and fair. At Bubbles’ slightest fumble, Crosby had made a noise of exasperation and stepped in without being asked to relace Bubbles’ boot or hold the collar of Bubbles’ uniform jacket while he shrugged it on. I’m here, he’d said with his actions. I’m here, I’m here, I’m here, and now Bubbles was not, and so Crosby had told their stories to the beautiful subaltern with whom he’d been mistakenly housed.

It wouldn’t be cheating with you, he thought.

I don’t count.

Only my memories of you.

Those counted so much. They counted more than the life Crosby had been watching himself live, day by day, since Bubbles had flown off and not returned.

I could be the one, Bubbles offered.

And Crosby thought, You always were.

Not drunk but softened to the world, Crosby could see Bubbles with ease. In the silence, the voice in his head was clear, and with his eyes closed, he could picture Bubbles’ head resting on the other pillow. Crosby shifted, and the rustle of sheets could’ve been Bubbles edging closer to him. He was here, with Crosby, where no one could touch him. Where bombers didn’t billow black clouds that mocked the white ones they fell through. It didn’t matter that Crosby trailed his fingertips across the back of his own hand, or stroked his own jawline, or pressed his own palm to his chest to feel the hastening pump of his wounded heart. It was all Bubbles if he said so—Bubbles whose finger traced a straight line down from Crosby’s navel and into his shorts. But not far enough.

“Stop teasing me and do it,” Crosby urged under his breath.

They’d been of one mind about a lot of things, and now they were of one hand—Crosby’s hand, reaching to grasp himself. He pumped slowly. There was something smoky in the air, the scent of the fireplace clinging to his undershirt, maybe. He ran his free hand up his neck and into his hair and got a good grip. The bite of it was the ideal sensation to balance the torturous rhythm of his fist. Crosby moaned aloud as he cupped his palm over the head of his cock and massaged, spreading slickness. His hips bucked into the feeling and Crosby swallowed as he pictured Bubbles’ fist instead, Bubbles’ mouth.

You remember me gentle, the Bubbles in his head observed.

You always were.

I appreciate that, Croz, but if you wanna feel me with you, then feel me with you.

Crosby groaned and thrust through the circle of his fingers, smearing himself with wetness, then flipped onto his back. He made his strokes short and tight.

You’re still holding back. Crosby imagined the words as a whisper in his ear, Bubbles’ warm breath on his skin, his lips skimming Crosby’s lobe. Just let go.

Panting, Crosby slackened his grip and jerked himself off. It was fast and it was rough as he raced the fading illusion he was desperate to sustain. The hand that was supposed to be Bubbles’ felt increasingly like his own.

Don’t go, he silently cried out.

Let go, Bubbles replied.

Even though Crosby’d been the one to think it, he felt sudden panic over what it might mean. He could let go like this—the fleshy slap beneath the sheet—but not of the Bubbles he kept with him, not of the Bubbles to whom he still belonged. Climax approached and it was almost unbearable, but Crosby’s hand wouldn’t slow. He was too used to submitting to the inevitable. When he came, he clamped his lips together to keep the raw yelp behind his teeth. Like a burst of light, there was Bubbles’ face as he’d seen it last, turning to profile as the truck pulled away to take the boys to their planes.

The moments of greatest intensity—a wash of hot pleasure in his groin, tension in his back as his ass lifted from the bed—passed, and only his ragged panting was left. Crosby brushed the back of his wrist across his forehead. Then, he searched his mind for Bubbles.

Right here, Croz.

You wouldn’t leave me. A statement.

Not if I could choose. Not before you’re ready.

That’s two different answers.

You came up with ’em.

Crosby had, but it was ok because neither of the answers had been “yes.”

He tossed back the covers and padded to the bathroom with a change of clothes. If he did that again, it’d have to be in the tub; he didn’t have much with him. His wardrobe was pretty limited. He wasn’t so hopeless that he couldn’t do a little hand-washing in the sink, but how long did stuff take to dry? He could hardly lay out his damp articles in front of the fire.

Clean and clothed, he got back into bed. He was impressed by the size of his own yawn. Wriggling down, he decided it was a nice bed, in a nice room. It was the only bed he and Bubbles had ever shared, and Crosby still felt him there, his best friend. His late love.

Anyone who called him unfaithful would be wrong.

[starry-hughes]

star’s birthday bash

welcome to my birthday bash! my birthday is thursday, april 18, and i want to celebrate with you guys! down below are a bunch of prompts that i have complied together that you can request blurbs for! i will work through them as fast as possible but i am currently moving apartments and have work as well so please be patient. the prompts are all over the place (fluff, angst, nsfw) so just have fun! thank you for participating!

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you can choose any of the prompts below but i also don’t mind if you have your own prompt you would like to use!

event duration: tuesday, april 16, 2024 - sunday, april 21, 2024 (actual birthday april 18)

prompts:

1. “Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.” “You… What?” 

2. “I thought that if I did all of this and came all this way, it would finally click for you."

3. “God how blind can you be?!”

4. “Do you think we could have worked out?”

5. “So… do you actually like me—“ “We have been together for seven years. We’re getting married. What the hell do you think?”

6. “Oh my god, you are such a cuddle bug.”

7. “Are you awake yet?” “No.” “Oh okay, sorry.”

8. “We should probably stop this.” “Yeah…” “We’re not going to though, right?” “Oh absolutely not.”

9. “You’ve been laying on my arm all night and it’s numb.”

10. “Can you please just hug me?”

11. “You’re so pretty when you wake up.”

12. “Hold my hand.” “What?! Why?” “Just do it. Please.”

13. “Here take my jacket.”

14. “You’re going to get shampoo in my eyes.” “Stop being dramatic.”

15. “It’s okay baby, let it out, I’ve got you.”

16. “I don’t know, I just missed you.”

17. “No, come on, don’t cry, I’ll start crying.”

18. “Did you just kiss me to shut me up?” “No?”

19. “Why don’t you just go back to her?” “Who?!”

20. “Why are you so insecure about this?” “Because I don’t want to be used again!”

21. “I won’t tell him if you don’t want me to.”

22. “You’re hurting me.”

23. “Try to stay quiet, okay?”

24. “Stop teasing me so much.”

25. “We are in public!”

26. “Don’t be so rough, I can’t have any marks.”

27. “You’re insufferable.”

28. “I’m sorry if I’m slow with all this, I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

29. “That’s it, fuck.”

30. “Do that again, shit. Just like that.”

31. “Wait- do that again. Please.”

32. “Someone is needy.”

33. “For the last time, I’m not jealous! I just don’t like how she looks at you or texts you or anything!”

34. “My teammates get annoyed because I talk about you so much.”

35. “You sent me inappropriate pictures when I was in public.”

36. “I’m wearing your shirt… is that okay?”

37. “Don’t throw me in the water!”

38. “Can I borrow your hat please? The sun is in my eyes.”

39. “You promised.”

40. “You didn’t love me, did you?”

41. “I didn’t mean to. I was just mad.”

42. “I don’t deserve you.” “Please don’t say that. Why would you even think that for a second?”

43. “Why didn’t you tell me before I got into a relationship with someone else?”

44. “I think I’m in love.” “Congratulations on finally realizing that.”

45. “You have a date? How much did you pay them?”

46. “I thought roses were romantic!” “They have thorns on them still!”

47. “Did you eat today?”

48. “I can’t even argue with you right now when I’m this…” “What? Turned on?”

49. “You’re a dumbass. But you’re my dumbass.”

50. “Are we dating? What are we? I can’t keep playing games with you—“ “I thought we were already dating?”

51. “You didn’t have to do anything for my birthday.” “… but I wanted to.”

52. “This is the best present ever.”

53. “Is it too late for a birthday kiss?”

54. “Hey, no crying on your birthday, please.”

55. “I thought you forgot.” “I could never forget your birthday!”

56. “I would have slept on the floor but you were using me as a pillow.”

57. “The only person I want here is you!”

58. “I didn’t mean to say you aren’t enough.”

59. “Sorry that was my first kiss.” “I could tell.” “…” “I’m kidding!”

60. “If you keep distracting me I won’t get any work done.” “But all I did was look at you?”

61. “I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

62. “Did I scare you? Sweetheart…”

63. “Could we just stay here a while, please?”

64. “Why did you never say anything? Why did I have to find out from someone else?”

65. “You left. And I stayed. You never once looked back to see if I was still there.”

66. “Did I… Did I do something wrong?”

67. “Why won’t you love me back?” “You’re drunk. I’m getting you home.”

68. “You scared the shit out of me, you know that? Calling from a hospital.”

69. “Are we going to talk about it?”

70. “You’re too good for the world.”

71. “Can you kiss it better?”

72. “It’s so hot when you talk like that.”

73. “I’m yours. Only yours.”

74. “Don’t close your eyes baby, look at me.”

75. “Lay down and let me show you what you deserve.”

76. “That— I didn’t know I could make those noises.”

77. “I don’t think I can last longer— fuck, please.”

78. “Do you still hate me?” “Definitely.”

79. “You’re so cute when you’re blushy.”

80. “Don’t be shy baby.”

81. “You can do better than that sweetheart.”

82. “That’s it. Don’t stop baby.”

83. “You’re doing so well.”

84. “Don’t worry. I’d take you out for dinner before I get you for dessert. It’s the polite thing to do.”

85. “You can practice on me.”

86. “What? I don’t like [name].” “Yeah, and I don’t breathe oxygen.”

87. “My parents love you.”

88. “Remember how you always say you love me no matter what?” “Is that a dog?”

89. “Can I call you?”

90. “I guess I’m just scared of losing you.”

91. “It’s only you. It’s always going to be just you.”

92. “How do I look?” “Um. Well. Good?”

93. “It’s raining and I don’t have an umbrella.” “Have my jacket!”

94. “You thought you had to ask to come over?”

95. “One more kiss, please?”

96. “I thought I lost you forever.”

97. “So… care to tell me who that was?”

98. “Alright, dude, back off.”

99. “I love you.”

100. “I hate you.”

[jinxquickfoot]

Marvel Fic Masterlist

Completed Projects:

Weaknesses (Whumptober 2022 Collection):

The One Where Natasha is Tony's Weakness (Day 1 Prompts: Unconventional Restraints/“This wasn’t supposed to happen”, Day 14 Prompts: Desperate Measures/Failed Escape/“I’ll be right behind you”, Day 20 Prompt: Fetal Position)

The One Where Clint is Wanda's Weakness (Day 2 Prompts: Cornered/Caged/Confrontation) 

The One Where Clint is Sam's Weakness (Day 4 Prompt: Waking Up Disorientated, Day 16 Prompt: “No one’s coming”, Day 24 Prompt: “I don’t want to do this anymore”, Day 31 Prompts: Comfort/Bedside Vigil/“You can rest now”)

The One Where Tony is Clint's Weakness (Day 5 Prompt: Running Out of Air, Day 11 Prompts: Sloppy Bandages/Self-Done First Aid/Makeshift Splint)

The One Where Scott is Sam's Weakness (Day 10 Prompt: Waterboarding) 

The One Where Yelena is Natasha's Weakness (Day 15 Prompts: Lies/New Scars/Breathing Through the Pain)

The One Where Sam is Bucky's Weakness (Day 21 Prompts: “You’re safe now”/“Take me instead”)

The One Where Peter is Kamala's Weakness (Day 22 Prompt: Allergic Reaction)

The One Where Peter is Peter's Weakness (co-written with @spagbol99​, Day 23 Prompts: Forced to Their Knees/Tied to a Table/”Hold them down”)

The One Where Sam is Clint's Weakness (Day 25 Prompts: Duct Tape/"You Better Start Talking")

The One Where Kate is Peter's Weakness (Day 26 Prompts: Separated/Rope Burns, Day 28 Prompts: Anger Born of Worry/Punching the Wall)

The One Where MJ is Peter's Weakness (for the @spideychellebigbang, art by @bignerdhours, Day 27 Prompts: Muffled Screams/Stumbling/Magical Exhaustion)

The One Where Marc is Steven’s Weakness (Day 29 Prompts: Defiance/"Better me than you")

The One Where Clint is Bucky’s Weakness (for the @winterhawkbigbang​, art by @rufferto9​, Day 30 Prompts: Manhandled/Hair Grabbing/“Please don’t touch me”)

The One Where Clint is Kate’s Weakness: (Day 3 Prompts: Say Goodbye/Gun to Temple, Day 7 Prompts: Shaking Hands/Silent Panic Attack, Day 17 Prompts: Breaking Point/Stress Positions/Reluctant Caretaker, Day 18 Prompts: “Just get it over with”/“Take my coat”, Day 19 Prompts: Knees Buckling/Repeatedly Passing Out/Head Lolling)

Mayday: A Civil War Fix-It that spans 2012-2017. No character bashing, no sides taken.

The One Where Rhodey is Steve's Weakness (Day 9 Prompts: Sleeping in Shifts/Tossing and Turning/Caught in a Storm) 

The One Where Steve is Sam’s Weakness (Day 6 Prompt: Ransom Video, Day 8 Prompts: Head Trauma/Back from the Dead, Day 13 Prompts: Fracture/Dislocation/“Are you here to break me out?")

The One Where Bucky is Tony’s Weakness (Day 12 Prompts: “Mayday, mayday!”)

Let’s Whump the Spider-Kid and Friends! (Whumptober 2021 Collection): A “Everybody Lives/No One Dies” AU set post-Endgame. One-shots featuring Peter Parker and the Avengers that lead into a larger story. TW: puns.

Down to the Wire (Peter & Tony, Day 1 Prompts: "You have to let go"/Barbed Wire/Bound)

You're One to Talk (Peter, Tony & Scott, Day 2 Prompt: Gagged)

Bully For You (Peter & Natasha, Day 3 Prompts: Taunting/Insults/"Who did this to you?")

Trust Fall (Peter & Tony, Day 4 Prompts: "Do you trust me?"/Taken Hostage)

Intruder Window (Peter & Sam, Day 5 Prompts: Misunderstanding/Broken Nose)

A Lot On Your Plate (Peter & Tony, Day 6 Prompt: Hunger)

Eye See What You Did There (Peter & Clint, Day 7 Prompts: Helplessness/Blindness)

That's Cold (Peter & Vision, Peter & Wanda, Wanda/Vision, Day 8 Prompts: "Definitely just a cold"/Exotic Illness)

Something Blue (Wanda/Vision, Day 9 Prompt: Tears, art by @jacketpotatoo​)

Shield (Peter & Bucky, Peter & Sam, Day 10 Prompt: Hospital)

Just When You Thought There Wasn’t a Pun for This One (Peter & Tony, Day 11 Prompts: Adrift/Dehydration)

Switch (Peter, Sam & Bucky, Day 12 Prompts: Torture/Made to Watch/Begging)

Not Cool (Peter & Rhodey, Day 13 Prompts: "This is gonna suck"/Burns/Cauterization)

Driven to Succeed (Peter & Happy, Day 14 Prompts: Crash Injuries/Beaten/Force)

Trip Hazard (Peter, Tony, Rhodey, Steve & Bucky, Day 15 Prompt: Delirium)

Scar. Scare? Scar. (Peter & Bruce, Day 16 Prompt: Scars)

You Game? (Peter, MJ, Ned, Flash, Betty, Shuri, Cassie, Lila, AJ & Harley, Day 17 Prompts: "Please don't move!"/Dread)

Frame-Up (Peter & Clint, Day 18 Prompts: "Now Smile for the Camera"/CPR)

Catastrophe (Peter, Sam & Bucky, Day 19 Prompts: Bitten/Bleeding)

You’re Suffocating Me (Peter & Shuri, Day 20 Prompts: Trunk/Trapped Underwater)

Stacked Odds (Peter, Tony, Sam & Bucky, Day 21 Prompt: Pressure)

I'm Your Biggest Fan! (Peter & Scott, Day 22 Prompt: Obsession)

Not Quite Sold (Peter & Bucky, Peter & Clint, Day 23 Prompt: Auction)

For the Record (Peter, Sam & Bucky, Day 24 Prompts: Self-induced Injuries to Escape/Revenge/Flashback)

In Hiding (Peter & Morgan, Peter & Cassie, Day 25 Prompt: Hiding)

It's Just A Stage I'm Going Through (Peter & Stephen, Peter & Ned, Day 26 Prompts: Trapdoor/Fallen)

Collapse (Peter/MJ, Peter & Pepper, Day 27 Prompts: Passing Out/Collapse)

In Your Dreams (Peter & Thor, Day 28 Prompts: "Good. You’re finally awake.”/Nightmare/Panic)

Mine (Peter & Steve, Day 29 Prompts: "You're Still Not Dead?"/Too Weak to Move/Overworked)

Didn’t Mean to Ghost You (Peter & Ben, Peter & Tony, Day 30 Prompts: Left for Dead/Ghosts)

Punstoppable (Peter & Tony, Peter/MJ, Peter & Avengers team, Day 31 Prompts: Hurt and Comfort/Disaster Zone/Prisoner/Trauma)

Bonus Chapter: Not Quite Sold Part 2 (Bucky & Natasha, Bucky & Steve, Febuwhump 2022 Day 20 Prompt: Caged)

Bonus Chapter: Not Quite Sold Part 3 (Peter & Tony, Febuwhump 2022 Day 27 Prompt: Shower Breakdown)

Whumptoberverse Fics (Whumptober 2020 Collection): A Civil War Fix-It that begins with Zemo kidnapping Tony and Peter in Siberia after the fight with Steve and Bucky. An attempt to consider all sides, perspectives, and mistakes made in Civil War with understanding rather than judgement. Currently being edited. 

'Til the Fight is Done (Peter & Tony, Day 1 Prompts: Waking Up Restrained/Shackled/Hanging)

What Makes A Captain (Steve & Bucky, Day 2 Prompts: "Pick Who Dies”/Collars/Kidnapped)

Not Your Sidekick (Rhodey & Sam, Day 3 Prompts: Held At Gunpoint/Manhandled)

Man in a Can (Tony & Rhodey, Day 4 Prompt: Buried Alive)

A Quiet Place (Natasha & Sam, Day 5 Prompts: On the Run/Failed Escape/Rescue)

Amendments (Tony & Bruce, Day 6 Prompts: “Get it Out”/No More/“Please…”)

Choices (Natasha & Bucky, Day 7 Prompts: Support/Enemy to Caretaker)

Dollhouse (Clint & Wanda, Day 8 Prompt: Isolation)

You're Always Spider-Man (Peter & Harley, Day 9 Prompts: "Run!"/"Take me instead")

There Will Be Blood (Peter & Bruce, Day 10 Prompts: Trail of Blood/Blood Loss)

Room 101 (Tony & Clint, Day 11 Prompts: Defiance/Struggling/Crying)

Safe Space (Rhodey & Steve, Day 12 Prompts: Broken Down/Broken Trust)

Hair is Everything (Tony & Natasha, Day 13 Prompts: Delayed Drowning/Chemical Pneumonia/Oxygen Mask)

We Didn't Start the Fire (Steve & Natasha, Day 14 Prompt: Fire)

Episode 15 AKA Mind Control (Clint & Bucky, Day 15 Prompts: Science Gone Wrong/Possession)

Budapest (Clint & Natasha, Day 16 Prompts: Forced to Beg/Hallucinations/Shoot the Hostage)

Project Cassandra (Bruce & Natasha, Day 17 Prompts: Dirty Secret/Wrongfully Accused)

We Forgot to Break Up (Tony & Steve, Day 18 Prompts: Paranoia/Panic Attacks)

Pile Up (Sam & Peter, Day 19 Prompts: Survivor's Guilt/Grief/Mourning Loved Ones)

Droney, I Have A Feeling We're Not in Queens Anymore (Peter & Wanda, Day 20 Prompts: Lost/Medieval)

Just A Little Stuck (Rhodey & Bucky, Day 21 Prompt: Chronic Pain)

Help (Sam & Tony, Day 22 Prompt: Drugged)

Mole (Peter & Natasha, Day 23 Prompts: Sleep Deprivation/Exhaustion)

On the Tip of My Tongue (Sam & Bucky, Day 24 Prompts: Blindfolds/Forced Mutism)

Original Weaknesses Series: A thirty-day writing challenge that helped me through COVID-19 and got way out of hand. Ranging from one-shots to multi-chapter fics to mini-series, these are stories where the Avengers and Guardians rescue each other from danger. OR: I just really liking writing hostage situations. 

The One Where Rhodey is Tony's Weakness

The One Where Tony is Steve's Weakness

The One Where Bruce is Natasha's Weakness

The One Where Wanda is Clint's Weakness

The One Where Tony is Natasha's Weakness

The One Where Thor is Loki's Weakness

The One Where Natasha is Clint's Weakness

The One Where Clint is Steve's Weakness (co-written with @16woodsequ)

The One Where Scott is Tony's Weakness

The One Where Tony is Thor's Weakness

The One Where Sam is Tony's Weakness

The One Where T'Challa is Shuri's Weakness (co-written with @fluencca​)

The One Where Clint is Natasha's Weakness

The One Where Tony is Stephen's Weakness

The One Where Bruce is Thor's Weakness (co-written with @onwardmeteors​)

The One Where Scott is Steve's Weakness

The One Where Peter is Thor's Weakness

The One Where Tony is Vision's Weakness

The One Where Groot is Rocket's Weakness

The One Where Tony is Bruce's Weakness

The One Where Wanda is Tony's Weakness

The One Where Brunnhilde is Carol's Weakness

The One Where Peter is Tony's Weakness

Cutting the Wire: A canon divergent retelling of 2014-2015 Avengers, as HYDRA comes after Steve to make him the new Winter Soldier.

The One Where Steve is Bucky's Weakness

The One Where Sam is Steve's Weakness

The One Where Bucky is Steve's Weakness (co-written with @usaonetwothree​)

The One Where Steve is Tony's Weakness

Heart of Stone: Currently features one Tony & Rhodey at MIT fic dealing with a stalker, Tiberius Stone, and an sequel set years later that kicks off a canon divergence from Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

The One Where Tony is Rhodey's Weakness

The One Where Clint is Tony's Weakness

The Fence and the Ambulance: Misunderstandings abound when Bucky is framed for Peter’s kidnapping, and both Tony and Steve rush to the rescue. Civil War Fix-It, canon divergent.

The One Where Peter is Bucky's Weakness

Whumping the Hawk: A collection of six horror/thriller stories focusing on Clint Barton. OR: I beat Clint up a lot in horrible and creative ways.

The Worst Thing

Dollhouse

Budapest

The One Where Natasha is Tony’s Weakness

The One Where Clint is Sam’s Weakness

The One Where Sam is Clint’s Weakness

Upcoming projects:

Team Iron Man (Current WIP): Isn’t it great to be the good guy who has never made a single mistake? How horrible and nasty are Team Cap for making poor Tony so sad and hurt. Well, at least he has Peter and Rhodey. They’re not acting weird. Don’t worry about it. Everything is perfect. This fic has been in my outline folder forever, and even though the time for it has probably passed, I think about often enough that I still want to write it. This is a Civil War Fix-It that’s intended to be a loving parody of the Irondad fandom, and a not-so-loving parody of the more extreme anti-Team Cap fics. No sides taken, no character bashing, happy ending.

Whumptoberverse Completion:

Barton Luck (Clint & Peter, Day 25 Prompts: Disorientation/Blurred Vision/Ringing Ears)

Seeing Red (Tony & Wanda, Day 26 Prompts: Migraine)

The Fine Print (Steve & Sam, Day 27 Prompts: Earthquake/Extreme Weather/Power Outage)

Untitled Wanda & Vision fic (Day 28 Prompts: Hunting Season)

Untitled Steve & Peter fic (Day 29 Prompts: Intubation/Reluctant Bedrest)

Untitled Bucky & Peter fic (Day 30 Prompts: Wound Reveal/Ignoring An Injury/Internal Organ Injury)

Untitled Tony & Bucky fic (Day 31 Prompts: Experiment/Left For Dead)

Heart of Stone Completion:

The One Where Phil is Clint’s Weakness

The One Where Peter is Tony’s Weakness

The One Where Bucky is Clint’s Weakness

The One Where Kate is Clint’s Weakness

The One Where Stephen is Tony’s Weakness

The Fence and the Ambulance Sequel to The One Where Peter is Bucky’s Weakness. When Steve and Tony fall into trouble, it’s Bucky and Peter’s turn to team up to rescue them.